Mumma….Call Me Home. Poem by Mahfooz Ali
Mumma….Call Me Home.
Moonlight welcomes me,
gently embracing my dreams -
a beacon of hope in the darkness.
The wind whispers through the trees
a breathy caress,
endearments to other-worldly ears.
Tonight, wood and stone are no respite
from flesh and blood troubles.
Nature's no shelter from human sorrow.
As the world closes its eyes,
a lone voice calls from the shadows,
calling me home.
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