I. 

Amidst the olive and orange groves

Stands firm a mighty cube

With it's beacon bright, and form so bold

A vow of blithe future untold 

Inside each square, windows of courage reside

Of dreams pursued, of tears dried

The supple hearts from the river to the sea

Weeping red, and yet standing tall

Testament to the resilient spirit's call

In every turn, a new will is found

Freedom's essence, in shapes profound

For in the cube all the constraints dissolve

The song of liberty slowly evolves

Bound within its structured frame

And all it's perfect symmetry

Are the echoes of a roaring plea

For liberty's light to finally set them free

by Tasmia Qazi

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'Call': Sehri Tales selections, Day 29

II.

The rubik's cube box said "3-5 years". 

I solved it in a week.

by Maruf Ahsan Niloy

III. 

I've heard people say,

 When you are going through the toughest times you 'find" yourself.

Even if no one else is there for you

I'd respectfully disagree, when I had my world crash in front of my eyes,

The first thing that I lost was myself.

I was a straight line from a cube,

One dimensional; empty; all hollowed out.

Eating, talking, and breathing without a being.

Knees weak but words so big,

Spitting out advice like I know about life,

Death and the bs in between.

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'Urge': Sehri Tales selections, Day 28

My Reflection; I don't really know her.

She seems like she is really tired.

But I made it through May,

I made it through June. (Are you proud of me?)

Going from a straight line to a square again.

Maybe someday a cube.

And,

I made it through today too.

by Shaerah Shamael Siddiqui