I AM THE POET OF MORNING HAPPINESS
I am the poet of morning happiness
Of joy at the first light
Of the blessedness of just looking and seeing
The simple beauty of trees leaves sky
I am the poet of ordinary life
And of ordinary days and dreams-
How is it then that time and again
Dark evil and fear come in broad daylight
And make our lives a horror?
How is it then that terrorists live among us
And would rather kill and die
Than live their lives in peace with us?
I am the poet of morning happiness
But not every morning is happiness
And not every life ends with a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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