In My Tears
The desert wind, a whisper of despair,
Had stripped my branches bare, left naught to share.
My roots, once deep, now cracked with bitter drought,
My family's shade, a mirage, all about.
Then, a stone struck, a clear, resounding chime,
An echo in the void, defying time.
Sir UBA, the name, a beacon in the night,
A fortress built on truth, a guiding light.
The anvil rings where hope was thought to cease,
His steady hand, the promise of release.
A gentle rain, a silver, flowing stream,
Revived the bloom, a long-forgotten dream.
Though tears still fall, now they hold a different hue,
A symphony of thanks, forever true.
The eagle's cry, my spirit soaring high,
He gave me wings to reach the boundless sky.
©️February 2025
E. K DOGA
[Prof. DEK]
