The dawn of Tigris soaks with burnt blood
Clamps every soul
Allures every moment of grilling madness
Each dropp of boiling tears
Reflect a living hell
No more sign of hungry Vultures above
Reincarnation will haunt tormentors
You can run but the ghost of you will never rest
The death arena cries and floods your sins
The sunrise of punitive horizon cracks
Till the end of Earth
The naive color of red
Will be the effigy of premature death
When the lips of the skies
Kiss the fragile ground
Until the seeing
Hasta la vista
From: Mary Spain (United Kingdom ;) To: Sulaiman Mohd Yusof Date Time: 5/13/2009 2: 16: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: hi mary no sound no picture? ? ? The anger and the violence leap out of this poem, Sulaiman. Beautifully expressed, but please allow us a little hope! Mary
I love the way you have used your words, strong emotions coming through. Beautiful work man!
Sulaiman, honestly, WOW, very well written, absolutely awesome, loved the title, loved ypur well chosen words and your tone was sooooooooooo convincing, Brilliant and so artistic, you are truly gifted :) keep it up
I liked your words... I touched a profound meaning really great!
Reincarnation and sins, both of human acts who never lost after life. Nice and dept meaning poem.
The 'Death arena cries and floods your sins' wow this poem has combined poetic technique and critical thinking, thanks for reminding me to read it i really liked it 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Matcha! This is an unusual poem from you; which so much power and surrealistic images, ghastly enshroudment..........terrific Matcha! You can do that(love) and this too with equal dexerity.