Poems ✍️

There burns within the soul a flame,
No ruler owns, no law can claim.
It whispers softly, bright yet small,
“I am your faith — your truth, your call.”

From temple bells to quiet prayer,
From desert sands to mountain air,
Each path may differ, yet all are one,
Beneath the same eternal sun.

Freedom’s voice — a steady light,
Guiding hearts through darkest night.
May we protect, may we defend,
This sacred right that has no end.