The journey started in a lonely night
Fighting for freedom was my routine
A spotlight brings me hope
In the course of the fight,
went off
Stabbed me in the back they did
I am to a fall
A good samaritan found me in the dusk
gave me joy at dawn
Words full of honey and lavender did pour
Thought that I have found a hope
She pushed me high to the sky
Where my legs couldn't hold again,
She left me
Broken is me
Wherein my hope?
This terminates my conversion
My Conversion I
Namawu Ali
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/11/2021
Poet's note: This poem was written on the twenty ninth day of July,2020 .this poem is dedicated to myself and all converts who have converted from a particular religion to another and are receiving threats, torture,etc from their families or societies.these converts along the lines of struggle,tends to find love someone and finally cast their hopes on them thinking those love ones can save them but betray them in the end for his or her pursuers
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Poem topics: freedom, journey, joy, lonely, night, sky, good, fight, honey, broken, hold, high, thought, dawn, hope, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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