‘Hiroshima Child’ a poem by Nazim Hikmet

  'Hiroshima Child' I come and stand at every door But none can hear my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead for I am dead I'm only seven though I died In Hiroshima long ago I'm seven now as I was then When children die they do not grow … Continue reading ‘Hiroshima Child’ a poem by Nazim Hikmet