I Do Not... - Poem by Majid Gaggi
I do not know...?
I do not know from where should I start?
In mind a lot of thought,
In the heart a large longing,
And a lot of talk on the tongue
I feel as if a burning fiery furnace
Raging burn me...
Steal from me what is in
My mind, heart and tongue,
Longing of thought and speech
Hug of fun and joy
Shine in your eyes
Appear in your face and cheeks
I do not know who...
Keep my silent
And turns the speech to
Burning fire raging
Come and attend during
The emergence of the sun
The dawn filaments
Novels stems from the remnants of
Authentic old visions
Comes from forgotten desires
Recondition of times buried
In graves faraway
I do not know how to prepare
Moments accompanied tricks
That decomposes the paragraphs of the scene
Scatter it and then collect it back
Visions of painted plates
That is painted on the horizon?
I do not know how to back down moments
Scatter and fade...
I'm trying hard to collect and captured
But to no avail
Moving... hovering in the peripheral
I feel that it is close to me
Overlap and mixed with air breezes
Which I Inhale... and breathe
Nor stronger cling to it
But that is overwhelming me
Strongly with violence take me
With it in its rumbling current
I try hard to be free of them
But so it goes in vain
I surrender to her and sail with it
So it drives me to...
I did not know and will not know
When and where it will be berthing?
In any pier
And any port
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