My dearest nephew in Kiev
This would be the last letter for you.
Read and breathe
Hold yourself tight.
Do not worry
Pray and trust in yourself.
When the levant burns
And Galilee gets bombed
Dark clouds fly over Jerusalem
I could no longer sleep .
It breaks my heart
Crushes my spirit and Kills my soul.
I gotta put out that fire
Save the kith and kin
Of the holiest of the holy land
Where my true love lies
Vlad – your terrible neighbor
I have no qualms with him.
Mullah on the other hand
I despise him, hate him, hate him
To the very last letter.
My dearest Nephew in Kiev
I say a final goodbye
Leaving you in the fields
The fields so deadly and endless
The so-called Donbas.
Hate me not my nephew
For I am uncle Sam
The man who knows very well
The art of betrayal.
By Dhauka Dickwella
Categories: #poetry, Writers' Space
The Asian Review 
Dhanuka’s poignant words grip the heart with an ironclad intensity, weaving a tale of turmoil and resilience in the face of adversity. His skillful use of language paints a vivid picture of a world torn apart by conflict, where the very essence of humanity is tested. Each word resonates with raw emotion, capturing the reader’s attention and refusing to let go. As the narrative unfolds, Dhanuka’s prowess as a writer shines through, effortlessly guiding us through a tumultuous landscape of despair and hope. Through his evocative prose, he invites us to bear witness to the struggles of those caught in the crossfire, urging us to hold on to faith and perseverance in the darkest of times. Truly, a masterful display of storytelling that leaves an indelible mark on the soul.
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