The Wings of Seagull

Mottakeenur Rehman

Whether Magadisu or Karbala,

Somewhere my abstract night is glittering!

In search of man's inherent similarity of blood,

Maybe the mind has gone away, far away,

Disobeying the boundaries of country.

Where there are no ethics of homeland or borderland,

And through the tone of amalgamation,

Where the song of humanity is to be glorified forever...

Truly, that is the spontaneity of the human mind,

Where the entire world is too small!

Although, in the window of the poverty-stricken eyes,

As of today, the airplane is like the wings of a seagull.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2017 06:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Michael Edwards

    Love the way you use the language - great stuff.

  • Seven

    Impossible to read just once. Each time through, see something new!

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      Always appreciat your comment with great enthusiasm!



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