SERINA LEWIS ❏ Four seasons, Four elements, Four directions, Four aspects of being. 4 the little children, 4 the spirits who live on, 4 the
FAID SHAHABUDDEEN ❏ A beautiful and heavenly creation on earth, Gradually evolved since the last ice age, Such is the magnificent splendor of Niagara Falls,
ISHRAT CHOWDHURY ❏ I was sitting in a park near a brook below, I heard thousands of melodious sounds, Songbirds, chirping birds, whispering of winds
SAJEDA MANZOOR ❏ She walked on the straight path, She found the destination, She walked on the crooked, And hard pebbles, She found her goals,
MIRANDA WONG ❏ A stone, alone, No purpose, no spark, Once paired or joined, Strength, purpose intact, Its hard side shaved away, By mighty currents
LINA ISMAIL ALHABAHBEH ❏ A voice from sky A voice from heaven Your voice, mother Calls me at nights of tiredness And moments of longing
MARIA LAGARDE ❏ In the winter dawn hours while I lay half asleep, half awake I gaze at the window and make out the silhouette
OLIVE HANNA ❏ Lightly pricking Quickly forming droplets On the speckled pane Softly dancing, gaily prancing Jutting, creasing, quite insane Surging swiftly, glutting nift’ly Lagging
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Those teenage years below mango trees there was always something fun to share while warm and gentle was the breeze where are
SAJEDA MANZOOR ❏ In the silent night In stillness, I see a ray of light When soothing breeze blows The crickets are quiet A knock