My Dangerous Memory Poem by Faleeha Hassan

• My Dangerous Memory
Oh, great
Whenever I dream of birds
The cages fly above my head
And I will need all my lifetime toknow which cagebelongs to my dream
And then whenever I try to remember my childhood
A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality
……….
"What a lovely sunny morning, "
I told the girl
She was jogging in the forest
She smiled at me and said,
A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again.""
Don't worry.I have so many of them, " I told her"
Everything will be good
I say to myself
And I keep jogging from exile to exile
As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another
And returning as pictures with black frames.