Al Mahmud Poems

The smell of rice hurts my nostril.
As soon as I get back my conscience,
I notice all the doors closed.
When I dare open them all,
the capitalists frown at me addressing as blind.
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People call me fugitive my heart aches .
Still I want to be a fierce salmon-trout into the tank of life.
Where will I flee when every night I feel
my beloved wife's breath on my face and eyes?
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I don't know how I, at this midnight, have become two eyes
having all my existence within me, as if they were a pair of twin bees
sitting abreast on the tepid flesh.
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How far Man has advanced!
Hypnotised by ceaseless shower
I am sitting on my own heels
even today.
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