THE WALLS OF HISTORY

Everything to be written on the walls of history

There is neither sorrow nor tears

Only the sweet smiles of radiant angels fill the surroundings

They are the children of those who drank from the water of Kawthar

There is only the sorrow of exile

There is no rejection in this mortal world

The journey is an endless river

They have lost their bodies

But their souls are hidden in the direction of their hearts

Their duty is heavy

Their hearts are at ease

The seeds they planted will become saplings a century later

But they are determined to become martyrs on this path

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'Everything to be written on the walls of history
There is neither sorrow nor tears
Only the sweet smiles of radiant angels fill the surroundings
They are the children of those who drank from the water of Kawthar
There is only the sorrow of exile
There is no rejection in this mortal world'

Fine poetry laid with considered care and very fine continuity, Dilara. If English is your second or third language, you have written brilliantly!