Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati

(1926–1999 / Baghdad)

The Birth Of Unborn Cities - Poem by Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati

I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in Granada
I say:
'Nothing is victorious except love'
I burn my poetry and die.
On the sidewalks of exile
I arise after death
To beborn inunborn cities
And to die.


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  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/16/2013 9:02:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with beautiful words then the line Nothing is victorious except love'dying of thank u very much (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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