A Sigh of Freedom

The distance is a mist eddying upon my thighs

She plays the lyre that resembles eternity

Grapes have been growing around my wrists

My feet taste like oranges swallowed by the steps they take

The portrait of a holy tomb stares at me

I feel my shoulders turn into minarets

My stomach morphs into a call to the right side

This voice is God’s omen raining down on my face

I look up to the skies and I see blue skies free from the politics I’ve left behind

The earth behind me wails in the echoes of hopeless civilizations

I don’t rage anymore

I’m free from your shackles, I was always my own call for freedom, love and acceptance

-Nameera.

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10 Comments

    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you very much!

      Liked by 1 person

  1. Sameera says:

    You were always free and your words too. Beautiful πŸŒΏπŸ’™

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Nameera says:

      Thanks a lot, Sam! I’m blessed to have you.

      Like

    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you so much!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Noor says:

    beautiful πŸ’“

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    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you very much!

      Like

  3. Amartya says:

    How much I have missed reading your writings. This poem is sacred, how well you have articulated this idea. Marvellous!

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that!!

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