On the families torn asunder by soaring rents, fueled by the insatiable greed of their landlords.
To a Disheartened Rose
You are a Rose
Burning day and night
All through summer and winter
There is no end to your merciless plight.
I am a Nightingale
Who at morn and evening
Without doing anything
As if from life’s toil
I am sent on bail!
A Silent Singer
In the march of the caravan,
grant me a Him-Loving Singer
to keep the journey in the same burning spirit.
Prelude to Peace
On the rehabilitation of victims affected by wars and conflicts while hoping for peace and healing in society.
A Nightingale fed up with the garden
For how long can I hope for a candle?
Where is a noble soul for faith to kindle?
I am fed up with this merciless system
Which strips the tree, leaving the stem