Basim Alansari

Sydney is city of beauty
Surrounded by many trees
It's not just a cuttie
Breathing lovely breeze
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Go tell the leaders pacing polished floors,
Who track the profit in a sudden fall;
A rough, storm-battered hull has hit the reef,
Answering the heavy, final call.
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How fragile a child appears
in a hospital room, 
when his small hand reaches for yours
as though your touch alone
could hold the world together.
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Our love for our children
exists beyond language.
One may keep a diary of the day, 
record each passing hour, 
every word uttered, 
every action taken, 
every tear restrained, 
every prayer whispered in silence; 
yet nothing can truly capture
what a parent feels.
…
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The chestnut trees of Europe

still speak in quiet tongues beneath the rain, 

their roots entangled with forgotten roads

laid down by Roman hands.
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You do not ask the earth to keep your footprint.

You walk, and let the dust decide.

You do not fear the darkened room
where breath loosens from the ribs
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Between rain and sunlight, 

this land keeps changing its mind.

The hills breathe mist into the morning, 

and the sky hangs low enough
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A kid once walked in an alleyway
Alone he feared even his shadow
Early hour before break of the day
Escaped through orphanage's window
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A bird calmly flew by
Waving its wings good bye
Joining its passing next of kin
In its flight, it seemed keen
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Echoes of Endurance
Basim Alansari
23/08/2026
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