Inter-marriage

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!

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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