Alaa Elgadi Poems
|1.||Love In London Eye||4/25/2015|
|2.||A Tale Of A Snail||4/25/2015|
|3.||To A Turkish Teacher||4/25/2015|
|4.||Portrait Of Kyrenia||4/25/2015|
|9.||The Autumn's Mirror||4/27/2015|
|10.||Long Live Libya||4/27/2015|
|11.||Big Ben & Statue Of Liberty||5/1/2015|
|14.||Beauty Of Misurata||5/8/2015|
|15.||French Women In Nicosia||6/3/2015|
|16.||To A Cypriot Teacher||10/3/2015|
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A Tale Of A Snail
A TALE OF A SNAIL
When I always glimpse the first rain drop,
I think of creeping not standing in the bus stop.
I pack all my house and go out,
It is the winter with no doubt.
I have taken a fresh shower,
And I sense my metaphysical power.
I have not carried an umbrella before,
I just wear my heavy shell and begin my tour.
Now I am passing by a glittering green wood,
And theory of relativity accommodates my mood.
Here I am crossing one of this university’s small avenues,
And my antennae have noticed the bus arrival with the hasty queues.
Now my last ...
Nature illustrates people splendid,
When by it their feelings are suspended.
Th French cafés dress neatly for the dates,
But the English chimneys begin to think of their fates.
The honey drops feel warm in the hug of the French stick,
But the spoon shivers beside the English tea with every tick.
The jazz piano music makes the Eiffel Tower sway,
But the Big Ben's dings order the doves to not to stay.
The Louvre's paintings with the aesthetic eyes are merry,