Oh Baghdad!
who will penetrate
This shroud of death
Shroud of dead
Is not fit
For your beautiful face
Face Of Babel princess
Oh queen of Euphrates
When Tigris Will come back to my heart
In charm with my dream
When peace could come
Home
Her home
Home of peace
The home of thousand
and one night
the home of man
And his art
a painting of the soul of the rich ancient city composed with the spirit of that painter who has an attachment and obsession here...something is special here! ! !
Heart touching poem about IRAQ and its history and the present Iraq nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is a journey through time. Your writing paints intrigue, is imbued with beauty and portrays realistic emotions. I wish for all mankind to find true peace. Keep your pen flowing...it is appreciated.