Bushra’s poem, dedicated to her grandson, features a vibrant garden filled with crimson blooms and poppies. exclusively for Different Truths.
Come, let’s gaze at the poppies Swaying gently in the warm breeze They've created a stunning foreground For the monument where an emperor sleeps The garden is all ablaze today With their bright scarlet bloom That tell of sunny days ahead Long past winter’s gloom Look carefully all around you, dear A feast, certainly, for your eyes The majestic flowers are a sight to behold As they stand tall in their crimson pride I’ll pick you a bunch of these poppies Their elegance, that you so adore You can press them between pages of your book To admire when the season is no more.
Photo by the poet