Learning to Breathe

VEILED VOICES The setting sun may frown and scowl at it, Arrogant, believing it's seen the world. Yet it has shone o'er the East before it, Where the journey began, where life unfurled. Black cloaks against the golden desert sand, Veiled, concealed - unmistakably human. Hearken to the voices and understand The robust, resonant power of women. Stormy tempests may maraud continents, But veils live on immortal, forever. Standing steady with growing confidence, Enlightened minds - a towering figure. The veil she wears with conscious volition Just one prayer - Long Live the Revolution! - Maryam Kaleem

THE CALL OF THE WILD Loud goes the call of the wild, A cry, sometimes scary for the little child. Far away it is, beyond the setting sun, Deep inside, where the adventurous souls run. Can I ever go with them, The little child wonders. And at the same time, at the Thunder - she shivers. The little child feels that It's all a little game. But the Elders say - in it There is nothing so tame. Can I ever live my dream, The little child wonders. However hard it may seem, She knows, she can still do wonders. The Day comes around, She begins to creep. Without a sound, She is ready to leave. In the wild, she disappears, In the wild of her dreams. For all the coming years, She can do as she'd please. The ray of light touches her soft face, Her pretty eyes open, Unleashing her grace, Her determination - unbroken. The world around, although not mild, Seems sweet to her, Despite the dangerous rides. Flawless and free, in her world she glides, For after all - she is none But the litt...