Thanksgiving

It's a holiday
People sit down together
Give thanks and blessings
Each other,
They talk about joy and grief of bygone days.
Though it's a holiday for us,
Some brothers and sisters
Stuck in the battlefields
And when they get their vacation?
Some disappeared on 9/11
Without saying a Goodbye.
May happy and peaceful flowers bloom on this land of opportunity!
And they can sniff the fragrance of humanity
On this precious day.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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