Besma Poem by Besma Dziri

Besma, a soul-born poetess,
For whom each word becomes a princess.
Poetry is her valiant knight,
A guiding Muse who comes at night.
So fond is she of spelling well,
With creative flair her words can tell.
Her strength lies in the human touch,
So moved when praised and loved as such.
Romance and action fill her leisure,
While books and music bring her pleasure.
Horror makes her tender heart sink,
And sci-fi rarely stirs her ink.
To serve, enlighten — her wish, her dream,
Till love, peace, and joy through humanity beam.
To help the world grow bright, her aim,
Not just a goal — but a right to claim.