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Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Kurds are Birds
by Kajal Ahmad, a Kurdish poet
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Per the latest scientific classification, Kurds
now belong to a species of bird!
This is why,
traveling across the torn, fraying pages of history,
they are nomads recognized by their caravans.
Yes, Kurds are birds! And,
even worse, when
there’s nowhere left to nest, no refuge for their pain,
they turn to the illusion of traveling again
between the warm and arctic sectors of their homeland.
So I don’t think it strange Kurds can fly but not land.
They wander from region to region
never realizing their dreams
of settling,
of forming a colony, of nesting.
No, they never settle down long enough
to visit Rumi and inquire about his health,
or to bow down deeply in the gust-
stirred dust,
like Nali.

And because Kajal mentioned Rumi, here are my translations of Rumi:

Raise your words, not their volume.
Rain grows flowers, not thunder.
—Rumi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Birdsong
by Rumi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Birdsong relieves
my deepest griefs:
now I'm just as ecstatic as they,
but with nothing to say!
Please universe,
rehearse
your poetry
through me!

Keywords/Tags: Kajal Ahmad, Kurdish, translation, Kurds, birds, nomads, caravans, refuge, homeland, fly, land, flying, landing, colony, nest, nesting, Rumi, Nali
Vexren4000 May 2018
Intrepid nomadic travelers,
Discovering new lands,
Unspoiled by the hands of man,
And his machinations,
what a feeling it must have been,
For pioneers,
To lay fresh eyes upon,
Lands not sullied,
By greed.

©BAS
Kelsey Chupp Nov 2017
we are nomads
finding love in things that change
finding homes in our adventures
and finding ourselves in the in-betweens
-k.j.c
thepoeticwit Jul 2017
”Home is where the heart is”
Yes, but home is not confined to these four walls
in which we reside.

Home,
is more than just a house
made by

    human
    
                        hands.

It is in the heart,
     that pumps the very blood that runs thicker
than water.
But water is needed for blood to keep running
So,
       what. is. home?

Home,
   is who we are
   is where we belong

Home,
is how we have become,
how we have come
a long way from,
and where we return to.

Like nomads,
it is where we are found.


Home,
      is where we are...
Theme: Home
(100 words)
yovanny andres Oct 2015
i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth,
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how it would be
to live this life,
completely free
♓.
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
Rain pattered on all roofs
And Cattle clattered their hoofs
The locals gathered in groups
Cocking guns ready to shoot
Thinking that probably the brutes
Had once again returned to loot
Christina Apr 2014
We were made to roam every corner of this earth, to become nomads whose homes are inside each other.

Our hearts are too curious to be kept in this cage made of bones.
Jaanam Jaswani Apr 2014
We share our deficiencies:
A haven of sorrow and fury

Friendly - they say hello
In mischief and spite.
Warm or cool under your feet
They swerve near nonchalant districts
And foamy lips

Destructive - they leave without saying goodbye
A routine they developed
Over the series of washed up regrets
And maroon sediments

Attached - they stick like superglue
To the pang they forgot to tell you about
They leave and take a part with them
And inevitably imprint themselves onto you

We share our deficiencies:
A haven of sorrow and fury
To Mari - the brave one.

— The End —