Two steps prior to departure
If you do not stop this tampering
Do not stop this unjustified downpour of your rancid acids
What does this monkey do..? ? this Malignant
My hand do not accept me to spank his face
The time….. circus clown...
This fool who always boast with his adultery
His glorified adultery.... his yellow books and his censers those have strangled each beautiful perfume
Give me your hand... maybe I am close to death, but I do not want to meet you
Give me your hand......... may you feels the pulse of life
Once and for ever.! !
What is between me and you not your burned hunting net in the open air
Your branches that withered to the hell
You are a piece of no thing
And I am a burning Sea...... train which did not pay attention to the Valley of illusion days
And the experience did not terrifying me.... I did not hide it... I'll go two steps …. two years further..
Draw clouds that coming with the freshwater
Sweet Water… and childhood faces... and the. friend book...
I will awake after death to the people reading my poems
Lurks my short steps
Where I am being under the rain
Balled In the whirlwind… ready to explode
Abdel-Aziz Haider
Baghdad 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem