Where did you get that pashmeena?
So many colors, colors one will never find?
-- I have woven this with threads I found,
from the river to the sea,
in a land that was not free.
The red thread I found,
stuck in a branch of a tree,
drenched in blood,
of my beloved.
The beige one I found
on the windowsill of a house
with the mother shedding love
and hope from her eyes,
waiting for the son
who never left to return
The pink as you see,
is the one from the cheeks,
of the children of my land,
Smiling and shy they stand.
The blue as you see
is what I borrowed from the sky,
vast and clear and free
Like my land will be !
~Shafaq Shahid
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