Mohammad alKurdi

Rookie - 89 Points (March-23-1986 / Aleppo; Syria)

Life - Poem by Mohammad alKurdi

It’s but a season
Comes and goes with no specific reason.
That’s the so called “life, ” which holds you tight,
Almost dying with no knife.

What is desired is out of reach.
I’m choked up; there’s no speech;
You can see your goal,
You can’t have it,
You can’t beat them all,
All you can do is to think about it.

Had it all been easy to get,
It wouldn’t have been that same life,
You, I bet.
It would’ve been Paradise
With no more tears
Falling off the eyes.

And only spirituality lasts for good,
And only God can make this maze understood.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010

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