Poem by Ammara Jamil
Come with me,
To the land I promised you,
Where butterflies will flutter around
Instead of bullets digging holes,
The aroma of freshly baked bread,
Will scent the air,
The smell of happiness,
Will roam everywhere.
Where families will unite,
Lovers will smile,
Friends will laugh,
And redefine the meaning of life.
And when you'll look up to the sky,
Rain will pour down,
Instead of drones.
Rainbow will wink at you,
And not the arrows.
The stench of grenade,
Won't follow you here,
The rubbles of your past,
Won't haunt you anymore,
So just close your eyes,
Let the calm fall by,
And take my hand,
As we walk through,
The valley of death.
For this is where,
All our dreams will come true.
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The Dwellers Post Issue No 3
PoetryThe time between winter and spring, humanity lost in sorrows, -spirits surviving. The drought of rage is now up to us. The Dwellers Post edition includes works of different genres, illustrated narratives in fiction, creative nonfiction, short storie...
