I am looking for a cloud
A green cloud that wipes my depression
Transports me
To my homeland's wilds
To lilies fields
Grants me
A butterfly, a star
A water drop drenches my thirst and a word
That the Tigris waters were muddy
And it flowed
To flood dams and villages
So, who is that?
Whose water bathes me?
Bury me under a palm tree's shadows
Chant me in a verse line after a thousand years
That my homeland is distant
And these dusky nights disunite us
Ink and papers as well
And the wall of longings …
A very impressive poem, we all are sad as to what's going on in Iraq, in Syria, in Pakistan, in Afghanistan? Who is responsible of it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write on the longing for the comforts of home. Nicely done.