My Escape.

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 My Escape. 

 Painted by - Fatema Shabbir Wahla. 

Daraja Sadesa. 


Yearning for emancipation,

 And freedom from these tough times,

 Sitting at my desk I reminisce, 

 The serene moments spent here with my close ones,

 A time I really miss.

 This place untouched and safe, 

 Far away from the befallen blight.

  When the body might be confined.

 Free to wander is my mind.

 This vastness and its peace,

 Revolting against these imprisoning times!

Comments

  1. Tasneem rangwalaOctober 28, 2020 at 9:45 AM

    Beautiful to the eyes and the soul! :)

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  2. Alifiyah jasdenOctober 28, 2020 at 10:46 PM

    Very impressive! :)

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  3. AnonymousNovember 1, 2020 at 7:56 PM

    The painting is really serene and beautiful and the poem is a perfect compliment to it.

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