​ Sitting by the window;gazing at the sky I espied a bird trying hard to fly She had mutilated feathers yet gave another try She did not excuse and persuade her heart by a lie Meanwhile droplets fell over the top Speeding themselves on the slope Each drop contributed to heavy rain that none could… Read More RAIN 


  My country is at stake, What sense for them does it make, glom on to my land;deepen my soil, All that we had;now they take Abounding and ancient heritage of babylon, Now deserted;all alone, Aesthetic beauty,benign culture; which mesmerised the poets to cherish, Great mesopotamia city;now forced to perish Full-mouthed thundering jets flutter the… Read More REFUGEE