Calls Of Faith Poem by Fatma Ballaswud
Calls Of Faith
Calmness filled my dark room
My eyes dim with pain
Ghosts of dreams on the walls of doom
Silently, I was staring at the unknown
With my suppressed immortal moan
On the shelf so many fairy tales
The dust made their faces pale
On the ceiling old images bright;
Still keep it's light
Through all that tranquility
A sound still can be heard
Calls of faith
Makes me yearn for opening the window again..
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4/26/2024 7:35:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
IT'S A GREAT POEM.I LOVED IT.