JAFAR SADIK Poems

Telling and telling
It has become hollow

Writing and writing
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You are a forest;
The more I find out
The more it develops.
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Don't force me
not to write poetry.

For me,
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Oh, the death…, the truth…
Those who had been yesterdays
are no more today.
Those who were the realities yesterday,
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The poet fell into
a slumber
during his writing.
The characters jumped out
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There is a revolt
in the drawer of my table.
Words in the letters
that you have given me,
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When I divide my mother
from my grandmother
she is a digit without a set.
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Likewise the smog coating the air
Solidified the solitude.

The blanket of her memories
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No achievements
with the lie
are achievements,
no failure
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An arrogant
for the teachers
A skeptic
For the community
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