On a day.
On a cold day.
On a land.
On a snowy land.
Keep an eye.
Keep an eagle eye.
Call a name.
Call a dear name.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Far away.
Answer yet.
Answer yet.
Answer yet.
In Bucha.
On a day.
On a calm day.
On a land.
On a sunny land.
Close an eye.
Close an ant eye.
Call a name.
Call a dear name.
And pray.
And pray.
And pray.
Far away.
Answer yet.
Answer yet.
Answer yet.
In Bucha.
*Because my friend sent me an email to tell like this:
“And my mother and brother survived the occupation in the village near Bucha… Knowing, that you read about Bucha in BBC…
We are happy that they are survived. They still have no electricity, but that’s not the worst.”
Yes, I read something about Bucha on the BBC news, for instance, “Collecting the dead in Bucha” by Joel Gunter in Bucha, Ukraine, published on 13 April 2022.
So, I wrote this poem.
**My friend shows you this poem also on the Ukrainian website for their children and others!
Kurama (Japan). «Poets in Bucha» – Мала Сторінка (storinka.org)
Please join them!
