When overwhelmed
I run outside
I chase my nightmares
Holding my hand
From strands of a rainbow
Gather some colours
In pots of gold
* * *
Back home, serene
I sit in a corner
With a thread of stars
And a bunch of flowers
I braid my song
Stitching my heart
On grandma’s robe
* * *
High from Heaven
Her eyes twinkle
Her smile glows
Seeing her baby
Comes back to life
* * *
A splash of love
Falls from above
Graceful Divine
The weary soul
Swells up with joy
Tears of elation
Bows down and prays
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Poetry for Palestine 
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