A small Home

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As I was praying Al-Fjr (Dawn prayer), I heard some bullets penetrating the first threads of the sun, the thing which is normal.
However, these early bullets also inspired me to write a few lines, and here’s the outcome.

 

Bullets break

the silence of dawn

In midst of fall,

Summer pretends to be cold

Ashes wake the camps up from imposed sleep

hampered hope crush the waves of the sea

Much of it is seen as unfinished gray walls

Much of it is felt by unexplained love

Much of it is written on the margin of words

A city lives by the mercy of God

A tinderbox

A mirror of an ailing world

A small home


 

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