I am seated next to
A soul birthed in the land
Of Tall Mountain, rich in dialects,
customs, colours, crafts and traditions.
And with her inviting smile
She story-tell her
journey that begins at
Islamabad and she is blessed with
half of her faith, who sits next to her
Holding her hand geographically
He speaks in a tongue that
Fuse the Union Jack, and Between
them they are diverse!
Just like the trees, they
Raise hope for change!


About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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