This poem is dedicated to the heroes of Palestine

Rising like a Simorgh (Persian Phoenix)

By Ashraf

When the road reaches a dead end

When the walls finally cave in

When the darkness penetrates

Sealing the cracks 

Covering every ray of light

The darkness of dark

Ruled & reigned in –

I rise like a Simorgh.

When one lost its voice

After thunderous screams

When hurricanes of injustice

Wiped everything 

When a fiery blaze of corruption

Burned up justice into smoldering ashes –

I rise like a Simorgh.

When all traces of happiness and joy

Collide into a dead end

and vanish like a drop in the desert 

When the hope is all but gone

Prayers unanswered 

The end is near & everything is wiped out –

I raise like a Simorgh 

Too high, high above

Where there is nothing but light

Joy and soulful delight

No places of corruption or greed

No deception or deceit 

Leading to an oasis of calm

Conquering peace within

I rise and I rise

Traveling layers and layers

Inward

Diving in

Inside the universe within

Tearing the pages of darkness 

Opening a window to light

Rising from the ashes 

Left deceptively behind

Searching & finding the heat and energy beneath 

Creating a fiery blaze

Breaking nuances 

Strengthening the voices

Traveling the never-ending roads

Divulging in

To find all answers within.

Rising like a Simorgh, 

A traveling universe inside 

Within

Intact

Hidden

Untapped treasure

Enabling the “Me”

So the “I” within

Can raise like a Simorgh 

Only through traveling within

Discovering

Divulging

Diving in

So the “I” can rise like Simorgh –

From the ashes AGAIN!