Ahmar Mahboob

They took away my land, I said: Thank you for building the railroad.

Yes, you have no reason to trust me: I am not your elder, I am not from your tribe;

In the desolation of today, I hang on to the promises of tomorrow: When life will be in harmony And struggles gone.

The spirits of the forest

The river wept, as we left But its tears were not for us.