Golden Lira Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

By Freeyad Ibrahim

Whenever I look at the sky,
I see the moon
And every time I see the moon
I remember your face
and heave a Sigh.

Every time I look at the crescent,
I remember your eyebrows
that cuts the grass of my memories
wet and Dry.

Whenever I look at the Orchard,
I see a twin pomegranates
And every time I see a pomegranate
I remember your breasts
and turn into a bird
want to reach you
but you are too High

Every time I look at the garden
I see roses
And every time I see roses
I remember your perfume
from longing
am about to Die

Whenever I look at the forest,
I see trees
And every time I see trees
I remember your Stature
and I slap bitterly my Thigh

But...Ach!
Every time I look at your Face
you turn it away from me
Because a full moon
looks like a Golden Lira
in your Eye

I am poor, got none
left nothing but an Outcry

The same round Moon
looks like a loaf of bread
in my eye, I can't Deny

But you are too dearly to dare
to say to you Goodbye

Freyad Hugo
Authot, Writer
Netherlans
July,2022