A Sad Blossom of Sunflowers

Hira Ali
Paper Poetry
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1 min readMay 17, 2022
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Eccentric fears carry me away
For springs I believe, are temporary.
You, my sun, please stay with me
For loneliness before burial, I strongly fear.

Am I a sad blossom of sunflowers,
Undeserving of your revered light?
Am I born into the Forsaken land,
Ripe yet hated, ordinary yet abandoned?

I question my existence everyday,
Was I born only to chase your glaring glee?
Alas! I accept that being my fate.
But the Sun is for all, then why not me?

Thank you Carolyn Hastings for inviting me to the Paper Poetry’s Sunflower prompt.

Everyone who suffers through war, terror and apartheid, deserves the world’s attention and action. Dehumanization of people on the basis of where they are born, and rendering them deserving of the afflicted suffering is a grave sin!

May all the wars end. May peace prevail!

#Palestine #Uyghurs #Syria #Yemen #Ukraine

Edit (Nov 2023)

I wrote this piece originally for Ukraine, keeping in mind that Sunflower is their national flower.

Today, I also dedicate it to the innocents in Gaza and Palestine, who have been dehumanized since 1948, and their courageous resistance against the Israeli colonizers.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

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Hira Ali
Hira Ali

Written by Hira Ali

An old soul but young in spirit

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