Where Olive Trees Weep
O mother’s heart, in those broken lands,When will my child sleep without the shaking of an explosion?The way an orphan looks at you... it is enough to...
O mother’s heart, in those broken lands,When will my child sleep without the shaking of an explosion?The way an orphan looks at you... it is enough to...
The sky turns a bruised and heavy grey, As the golden sun is tucked away. The smell of dry dust, dry earth, signals the moment of a green rebirth. The...
The summer mist drifts over my life,I helplessly look back at happier times.The whining echoes in an endless loop—Where is my refuge, where is my hope...
In shadowed alleys where empires dissolve to whispers of dust,fists erupt as tempests, fracturing night into diamondconstellations.Chains, endless as...
A name written in ink,a fleeting breath extinguished—the weight of dominion presses, cold and relentless,like brittle glass breaking in a quiet room.H...
The sun has said goodbye and painted across the sky.The birds are tucked away in their nests; it's time for everyone to rest.The moon climbs up, a sil...
After the war ends, laycourageous bodies along the way.Smiling headlines sayjust baffling numbers, left behind the exhausting day.After the war ends,...
From high peaks where the eagles fly,To oceans where dawn paints the sky,Full of colors, yet diverse,This is India, my motherland.Rivers whisper...
The birds are singing whistles,The flowers are gently swinging.The bees are drinking gleefully,The blooms are giving hope.The fragrance of flowers fre...
The golden imageof white pigeons flying around the Kaaba at night, waiting for the confirmation of the name Does that scoundrel kn...