Poem: The Motherland

By : Amirah Al Wassif

When your motherland cries
Put your hand on your chest
Here, at this home lies
Your doctor soul who does his best

When your motherland writes
Her best letter to your heart
Read her touched words in nights
For her create the entirely art

Of waiting till the moon speaks
And the crazy storm breaks
The glassy borders of your land
If she calls you now
Forget that why and how
Just take this peaceful hand
Just feel the smell of your motherland!

Categories: Poetry

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