Does it Ring a Bell?
I think of you at nightWhen sleep evades my mind.
I see you on the bustling streets
Amidst the tired, blending crowd.
I dream of you with open eyes
When walking past the naked scar
Of buildings burnt last revolution.
I imagine holding you close,
Close enough to breathe,
Everything I think of the future
And wish you were here with me.
Oh Freedom, I wish you were mine
And all my country kin.
Oh Freedom, I wish you could come
And bless us all again.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-12-27 at 16:07
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