Poem: The Way Astray
A Heart pulsing with tears
And eyes shedding blood
A Chest beating with pain
And a mind under strain
A soul torn between
Promises and dreams
The path which was hardest
And by no means the fastest
Was in fact the wisest
But It was not the chosen way
And into darkness one did stray
Yet there is hope, there is light
For not endless is the night
And from the ashes and dust
Beneath the rubble and rust
Deep can sink those roots
From which burst green shoots
(Binimad Al-Ateeqi)