Homeland Poem by Ibrahim Nasrallah

Homeland



Under the yoke of our mornings
the sun crumbles
and in the darkness of our steps
our panting breath is on fire
these incomplete homelands
in which we we appear to be
nothing more than prisoners of war

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Homeland 11 November 2021

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 02 October 2014

May peace cast his beam to your nation the brave nation nice poem you have painted the pain is words Glory to be Allah

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