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You crossed the border; your homeland had no language

You crossed the border; your homeland had no language
Or did but had nothing to say
You crossed the border of your homeland for example, suppose
What did your homeland have that the world didn't?

What greeted you first was tears 
Such a kind friend with an unkind face
From dust and soil, sorrow hugged you
So close that no one else could
The old man of sickness welcomed you tenderly
He was so tired of wandering from village to village
You wanted to buy happiness yet
It was smuggled hence not sold in shops
 
You crossed the border of your homeland for example, suppose
What did your homeland have that the world didn't?
Oh Poet! You came to the kingdom of misery
To the land that never had sky over it
To a land where poets are traders
Its messengers had no mouth at all
Dogs are ministers and parliamentarians and donkeys are religious
      leaders                                                        
In its mosques there was no call for prayers without bribe
What did you want your homeland to have...
If there were no bones on 'sofra' (dining mat)
Poet! The homeland is a distant past
And this time offers nothing but satire and mourning
I wish you had power and money
Because this eternal talent earns you no living.

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Navni Tandon

It is beautifully written. the meaning is deep and well thought. You people will reach to each CITIZEN OF THE EARTH. Lovely poem.

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