The Hamlet Poem by basim al aoda

The Hamlet


In the beginning of the long path,
On the banks,
The dusky village in a calm slumbers,
Its black cottages
Retired..surrounded by date palms,
And its thin sick children,
And some sheep flocks,
And there are –
The fields extend with out termination,
The dusky village in a calm slumbers,
Barren as the ruin land,
The river!
Where is the river?
Did the water dive in to its coast?
And the green forest dies,
No life …. And no beauty,
And as the exhausted picture dissolves –
In the sickly breast.


Basim AlAoda
June 2008