Wednesday, 29 June 2022

Times of Change

Hope holds me

The phone is cold and stern

He is on the line with holy 

Of reminding of God

The man in the heart and the dear times

Changes mean life 

Enduring crystalline faith

The change is now folded

Into the question mark of our time. 


- Poem By Laila Ali Haid

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