Illegal Immigrant

it is possible
the sun has risen
and over the mountains
the clouds are there still,
that winds are driving
and families arriving
and there is the sound of a party
sound of dancing, chanting,
and glasses smashing,
the laughter exploding
in every minute and people
and happiness and also
me, with my big heart,
in a ship or strapped under
the truck, I am crossing
the border and moment
by moment am entering
with glory England

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Muhammad Riaz

Hy its great that such a forum exists on internet. Dear I need for our organizational research pashto poetry with theme of migration and pashto poets to interview for research. We need popular cultural poetry like Lindays and songs. Could you help us providing materials regarding this.

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