Solovey! Give me a handful of soil.

Thousands of innocent children and families have had their homes, futures, and childhoods shattered by war, experiencing insecurity and tragedy on a daily basis.

Chaitra 7, 2082

Shakuntala Joshi

Solovey! Give me a handful of soil.

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Dear Solovy!

Can you give me a handful of soil?

I loved your bright eyes

I loved your light wings

I loved your beak and thin legs

To tell the truth, I loved to fly like you

I loved the open sky

But I am a human being,

I do not have light legs like you

I do not have a light body like you

Dear Solovy!

Why are you not light like you,

To provide food for us like you

Our father used to wake up with you in the morning

When you first flapped your wings

Our mother used to make our breakfast with sirniki;

We also used to wake up with your chicks

And we ran to touch the banks of the Kharkiv River

Really, without wings 

I ran with you to pick up the colors of life

But time turned its back,

In a flash before you woke up 

Who shook our land?

Who shook our sky?

We were trembling together

We were screaming together

You and your children

We and our parents

We were running together 

Who was releasing missiles that fly faster than you towards our settlement?

Who was throwing bombs and ammunition towards our roof?

Our flower garden burned while we were watching

Our garden collapsed while we were watching

Holding an unfinished love letter in her hand

Without even asking – my sister collapsed in front of me

Fighting while fighting with hunger

Tired, my mother collapsed in front of me

Running away while running away from military tanks

Defeated, my father, unable to understand – collapsed in front of me

I kept wishing – I would only be sleeping on the bed of a bomb

I kept wishing – I would only be swinging comfortably on the wings of a rocket launcher

I was learning to fly with you like a white rose, Noor

Playing with butterflies 

The sun that was drowning in my own blood became my sister

My friends were falling with their school bags 

Smoke was rising from between them

Perhaps they were burning along with the letters

We only asked for a handful of land to stand on

We only wanted an open sky to breathe

But why did you drop bombs on our heads? 

Oh United Nations! Is your flag still blue?

Or is it turning red with our blood?

Oh Earth! I fell into your arms without blooming

Dear Solovey! Can you give me 

a handful of soil with your beak?

Solovey – the national bird of Ukraine, the nightingale

Shakuntala

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