Poetry

was born in a land of songs
where even the mountains
sing of sorrow.
My cradle was a tambourine
and my lullaby, a bullet.

Poet: Sherko Bekas (1940–2013)
Kurdish poet

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These lines pierce the soul. Sherko Bekas captured the pain and resilience of a whole people in just a few words. A cradle of music and war—what a haunting image.

Well said. His poetry captures the spirit and struggles of the nation beautifully.

Exactly, he is the poetic voice of a nation.