I wish my home
Was a place full of cheer
Free of rage
I’m sick of ruses
I wish my blue sky
Was full of light stars
Free of fire
Clear of smoke
I wish my muddy cottage
An old cottage
But full of love and integrity
Had prosperity rain down on it like a shower
The voice of love coming from
behind its walls
peace knocking on its doors
I wish my street
Was free of noise and fighting
Free of treason and criticism
Where kids play with toys not guns
Where people use
The language of solidarity,
Forgiveness and unity
I wish my society, was a pure society
Where the politicians work for change
Not to fill their pockets
Where people overcome challenges
I wish my garden was a place
Where air is soft and breezy
Flowers are pure, fragrant
Canaries sing songs of loyalty
Butterflies fly with fidelity
Breezes coddle my face
And kiss my lips
By Sitara B.
Photo by Peretz Partensky.
Dear Sitara,
I love this poem, and especially these words, “The voice of love coming from
behind its walls
peace knocking on its doors”
If you keep imagining a better home, a better community, a better nation, you’ll find that
you are helping to create just that! You’ll be a force for good in your home and community and others will follow you!
Keep writing!
Alice
Gorgeous and heartbreaking.
Dear Sitara: You wrote a precious poem. Each line rings so clear. I wish that as each reader reads your poem, your sadness is erased. I hope that as readers read your poem, each wish becomes true. Everything you ask for should be yours. Please keep visualizing, please keep working for this future. All of your readers need to do this, too. Don’t give up. Sending you a big hug from NYC. Stacy
Sitara — This is a beautifully written poem about your hopes and dreams. I love the lines where you wish your street was a place where “people use the language of solidarity, forgiveness and unity” — a concrete suggestion for peace everywhere! Lovely work! Nancy
Dear Sitara- What a powerful poem I love it and enjoyed reading. and it makes my morning wonderful Thanks for sharing.
Farhanges