Halsho Zangana

(27-Jan-1994 / Kurdistan - Sulaimani)

Cursed Bless


I wandered in a garden alone, carrying a blunder on my own.
Among the yellow and greens of God, shame was my glory and crown.

Under a blue glassy sky, staring dumbly wondering why
things all turned this way, and I wished myself to decay.
I loved myself to decay!

Memory shatters of love and hate, find their ways to make me wait
for more! 'Indeed I fell for my love's bait.' and I fell for her bait!

Stepping on these young grasses, while seeing all the contrasts
of good and ill, the task that still made me exhausted
by remembering frags of pasts.

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
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