When all else fails to recognize
What mine soul whispers
I sail away to the shore of oblivion
Only there I could hardly realize
How blessing is to forget
An agony that hallucinates
In my soul and veins
''Oblivion'' and ''Agony'' in your words, all the drama of a human being forced to face wars, violence, sectarian hatred, death.. on a daily basis.. May I ask: are you still in Iraq, Harith?
Thanks you sir so much! Yes I am still in Iraq! This image of violence which you envisaged in my poems is the daily image that we wake up to see and the last that our eyes see before we sleep! I do wish you all the best!
With the muse of your age and the passage of life. Nice work.
Thank you sir so much! I am so much honoured with your nice words! I do wish you all the best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my soul and in my veins! With the muse of your age. Thanks for sharing.