Thepoem - Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider
What is you seeking poem
what you want?
I am too old..and you warrants my memory
Is that because I am die longing for Childhood?
and my quivering lips praying them permanently…!
Is that because I am seeing the colors confusingly? but I adore to retrieved them from the depths of memory net
playful< br>Do the poem knows which distress hold me?
.. which sin?
Because In the race of Shaggy time, I forgot prayers regularly in the temple of beauty..... And left my head to the wind, to fight each other
Filled with horror till glut
and exercised the death more than once
papers that I did not write them had killed me The
each time, they killed me
And now in the plight of the poem no hands runs for help
So no ear is listening, no more than, the walls of yourself
no more than, these rails in the depth of alcove
Ships that took off from the port of your memory
You were whom farewell them
The songs that were wetted your heart you
You sang them …… and
The cry that was heard from behind the doors of the poor
Every day was tearing your mind
and creeping as a pain in your joints
you did not moan as it must
did not cry as it must......
But did not betray that is your virtue
the poem is the owner of the punishment
a lady…..a commander
The poem that I was listen to
Did not want my death
It recalls the days I had been lived
I did not give them their right
Abdel Aziz Alhaider
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