A Far-off Country Where I Belong

You can also check out the Narration Video of this Poem on Youtube 🌷🦋

Lonesome wildflower
pick her not
Let the rain caress
the deepened scars
And if you shall
then touch her gently
lest she withers
she breaks apart

 

Ask her not
which place she belongs
I’ve heard her cries
People hurling stones
at a cast-off

 

If you find her
injured wounded
amongst the pointed grass
Take her home
softly in your lap
Water her plant her
in the smallest flower pot
But touch her not

 

Let her scared heart
find solace in the quiet
of dark starry night
Let the fireflies
sing her lullabies

 

When she wakes up
a little healed up
Her eyes shining
with a hope of life
I will come down then

 

Hold my hand
little pretty flower
I’ll take you
To a paradise
where no fear survives
All hills dales
and colourful lives
Walk freely about the ground of love
under the Faith’s sky
To a far-off country
where I belong.

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