Longing For Home
Must be the smell of dust
That triggers all this longing
Is it the hollow musk
That leaves the heart a sting
Could be the busy streets
That makes me want to go
Onto the open fields
Anywhere near home
Must be the stares that kill
And drunken mouths that speak
Where birds are forced to swim
And weak is for the meek
Is it the slamming doors
That screams for us to bend
One thing is for sure
Jannah awaits the patient
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