A Poet Poem by Muhammad Nadheer
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A Poet
On my bed I was at night
A cool air blowing to my feet
Birds are singing and goat bleats
I was smiling and highly delight
When I remember a friend in Kuwait
And I never lose hope on what I might
I took my pen and a golden sheet
Cold water flow through my throat
I just think of becoming a Poet
Monday, April 28, 2014
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