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|
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 ...
Portrait Of Kyrenia
The coral mountains are natural inns,
Where all giants and elves stay without sins.
The vivid pine trees spectate the play of the sea,
And the red brick houses smoke their pipes with glee.
The tranquil rocks whisper about the scenario of the coast,
And those aristocratic cottages beneath have a salty toast.
The enthusiastic buses sway in the turns with the breeze,
Which warns Mr. Seagull to stop fishing in the freeze.
Then the silver carpet of the illuminating road,