blustery dawn, i just aroused
more willingly than coffee i yelled
to mom for trumbling notes
just for partying in a far&wide tavern.
I don't admire mom's spirits
i moved into the compartment
vodka and girls were all in my head
and the eurostar rushed like clouds
i stretched there by nightfall
while marching to the tavern my ogles captured a section
it craft me to deem am a brute.
Encumbered young rubbing foot
wrinkled foot of his beloved mom
they were resting on the tarmac
and no poster of tire on his face.
I was paused like a sculpture
my mind was trumbling wild
i struggled hard not to faint
and was hurrying up to recede to home
my sense sealed with confessions
im healthy but worthless
i kept my head gulp down
but it seems my deeds fetching me to the deck
peaks and cities ran by the pullman
i was yonder my rule and shrieked out loud
abruptly i picked up a soft utter
'eric, wipe out that tears, i don't wanna glimpse my kid weeping'
Truly breathtaking. This is art at it's best. my sense sealed with confessions I love this line because it hits home for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the compliment mariem abdalghani