The Strangers Poetry by Murlidhar Translated by Jam Jamali

THE STRANGERS

These flowers are ours,

these gardens are ours,

this earth is ours,

and motherland is ours,

even then,

we have neither any home,

nor a shelter to live in,

it looks as if,

we were strangers,

in our own homeland!

Poetry by:             Murlidhar

Translated by:     Jam Jamali