Death & Rebirth Poem by nadia abduljabbar

It was once,
Stated up there,
Doomed I from
The day of my birth
To be the victim
Of destiny;
Of fatality,
To return to love;
To have a rebirth
Through a smart glimpse and a gaze.
……
I was satisfied with death,
I did not want a rebirth,
But even satisfaction
With crossing the bar
Was too good a truth
To be left
For me by fate,
And the joy of being born again
In such a good face and brain;
Dragged me to will to be born
Once more,
Only to find out
That destiny and fate
Were determined to give me in
To almost the same lips,
Voice and glance;
To a second
Drastic end.
……
To be born once;
To find oneself,
Is more than enough,
For there is silence,
And deep sleep,
As the only conclusion of spring,
And in the ears nothing to ring.
No words can be wise
Enough to tell
About the pain
I suffer when
I am to be born
On top of a hell,
The moment my love is close,
And suffer a constant
Return to slip,
When we are apart,
Except the word nil.


Jeddah, Nov.1989
published in poemhunter

16 April,2013