Hardness Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

Hardness

Abdul Aziz Al Haidar

This pouring rain.... wiggler with the south winds that is bunting the north one
How hard it is… hitting the face and hurting the tears
It is washing the heart from the depth of sadness.... hanging with it from the long summer
But they do so harshly....
This sky... that is becoming clearer
And the wind that is smoothing to a breeze.....tender.....
These breezes how it reveals harshly the beauty curls of your hair.... that is try plaiting the chords of my heart
My heart that went away in its pulses hinting ..... That is pointing to you with full love
And these streets
That is crowding with movements and passers- by
These streets are also harshly remembering ….that days that celebrating the distances that we disappear in them
With the steps that are hungry to daily appointments in the streets that are hungry to our calm steps
And this poem which is carrying the tired parts of the body and the soul that is suffering under the walls of old memories
It is also a music of the harshness
Yes that life is harsh
Their flowers wilt quickly
And their winds are leaving without saying farewell
Ah…. dear heart... why you are so created without eyes that not tears?
And with hands that are not waving……. to the memories....