The Little Girl of Hiroshima by: Nazim Hikmet

I come and stand at every door…
But none can hear my silent tread…
I knocked, and yet remain unseen…
For I am dead, for I am dead
I’m only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow
My hair was scorched by swirling flames
My eyes gerw dim, grew dim and blind
Death came and turn my bone to dust
And that was scatterd by the wind
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweets or even bread
I asked for nothing for my self
For I am dead, for I am dead
All that I asked is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of the world
May live and grow ang laugh and play


(source: internet)

About these ads

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s