The globe’s my world. The cloud’s my kin I care not where the skies begin; I spread my wings through all the din; Through fears and fright I fly my flight. No walls for me, no vigil gates, No flags, no machine guns that blast Citizens of those border states- Brothers of her brother’s sons. No maps, no boundaries to block My sojourn into unknown lands. I spawn and splash in distant spills, I breed my brood where’r I will. I won’t look down. No I will not. With speed of wings I hasten past And close my eyes against the sun To dream my dreams and make them last.
Migrant bird
The globe’s my world. The cloud’s my kin
I care not where the skies begin;
I spread my wings through all the din;
Through fears and fright I fly my flight.
No walls for me, no vigil gates,
No flags, no machine guns that blast
Citizens of those border states-
Brothers of her brother’s sons.
No maps, no boundaries to block
My sojourn into unknown lands.
I spawn and splash in distant spills,
I breed my brood where’r I will.
I won’t look down. No I will not.
With speed of wings I hasten past
And close my eyes against the sun
To dream my dreams and make them last.
– Famida Y. Basheer
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