Amnesty Poem by Atef Ayadi

Lady,
Clean your house
And cure your memories,

Before
You look at me,
Fall on me,
And poor your memories
On mine.

I do not pay
For someone else's mistake,
And I do not let someone else
Pay
For mine;

This is fairly fair.
Clear your sentiments
From dust,
Polluted air,
Sediments, bedrocks, and all the
Elements,
Like the way you clean
Your skin.

Yes the same way
Indeed!
Take your time
So you will be
Ready
For a new
Wave
Of feelings' earthquakes
And Tsunamis,
So the structure
of your feelings' body will not tilt,
Fall down, or fly.