FOR GAZA

Gaza, oh my Gaza! My heart beats

For you my Gaza!

My tears shed for your needs…

What are you now, my Gaza…?

An isolated little prison?

My Gaza…how breaks your days?

I see your body in red colour

The redness

Now signifies the slaughtered land.

You…known for your holiness

Now remains as the arena of bloodshed.

What do you wish from me Gaza,

To stop your screams in my ears?-

…Help to stop the malicious hands…

Let me say to the world,

A real dual maybe in vain;

Rather take the holy verse

And pour the message of peace

Unto the ear holes of the wolves-

Let the magical spell work on them

And the evil minds stop,

In the anchor of the beneficent good-doers.

~SHAIMA V. P.