Through My Window

Nasar, Future Leaders Graduate

At Dudley Hotel, near Clapham Park,

I find my haven, my peace, my spark.

Through my window framed by time’s gentle hand,

I glimpse a world where dreams can expand.

I am Nasar, an asylum seeker by fate,

From distant shores, I’ve come, bearing weight.

Yet, here in this room, with a view so vast,

The park reveals stories of a future unmasked.

The park gives me everything, in its quiet embrace,

A sanctuary of green, a tender, safe place.

Morning dew glistens, like diamonds at dawn,

Each blade of grass whispers hope, newly born.

Children's laughter, a symphony sweet,

Echoes of joy in each footstep and heartbeat.

Trees stand tall, guardians of peace,

Their branches sway gently, offering release.

Birds in flight, their freedom unbound,

A melody of life in the silence profound.

Flowers bloom, in colors bright and bold,

A testament to beauty, in stories untold.

In the park, I find more than just land,

A place where my spirit can finally expand.

The fears and the pain, the struggles I’ve known,

Fade into whispers, as peace has grown.

Here, I am not just a name or a case,

But a soul seeking solace, in this open space.

The park gives me everything, more than I could ask,

A reminder of strength, of hope in every task.

So, I sit by my window, and I dream once more,

Of a life full of promise, of an open door.

For in this park, near Clapham’s embrace,

I find my tomorrow, a world full of grace