There is a land I often dream of,
Where white meets maroon connected by nine,
Displaying turmoil and a pearl dove.
I took a glance at its past, overflowing in rich soils.
A light spiritual breeze swept me off my feet while
taking in the softly doused sea dribbling into the shore.
Wave like fumes ripple through the air,
The sky above incasing mounds of sand,
as well as superstructure holding together ambition.
I never grow a state of bore listening to the quiet murmurs
of cafes surrounded by faint oud and tabil.
It could be its past.
It could be its present.
It could be its future.
That binds loyalty to land.
With its great disparity came,
Hope.
Felicity.
And tranquility.
To the land I often dream of.
Esraa is a grade 10 student at Blyth Academy Qatar, Doha, Qatar. Follow her on Instagram.
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