A letter to the war kids

Ashish Thakur
September 25, 2006
iranian.com

Your lukewarm tears are mine,
And my butterfly laughter is yours,
From the land of flowers and dreams,
I like to send chocolates and fairytales
And on the wings of fresh air,
Fragrance of newly ripe grain,
But I can't share your rotten bread like destiny
Dancing giggles from village's little school;
Bright sunshine future
Cold moonlight tenure
Are also for you
Pearls woven in thread of pain,
Please sparkles in my neck
And broken words of happiness
Please ornament my poems