My Head Is Strange To My Body Poem by Parwez Hwma

My head is strange to my body,
As if it comes from somewhere else.
Internal events,
Without myself,
Won't be described by any suffered peddler.

Tingling is the common song of my width summer,
Millions of times the iceberg passed through my head,
What's this frozen mean!

Where is the sky's wall, to have a door?
I've pileup several Ayahs into my hands,
With one puff, i blow them to the air,
I corrugate the prays and put them in the ear of the pains,
But the whole sky will be locked!

My head is like nothing but a prison.
Mouth of Thousands imaginations were sewn,
Desires are handcuffed,
Laughter what's laughter,
All are in-completed,
They're laid in a bin and their knees bent.

I inhale pain,
I creep my head at the wall,
A black painting will born,
Unfortunate noble is mine!

Like snowballs, I'll throw unlucky,
They come back to my memories, flock flock,
mine head is magnetic,
Or days are spring?

The guns afraid of me,
Do the bullets understand?
Gunpowder knows that:
If my head explode pain will spread out in the world.

My head is mixed with pain,
Even if we are settled into a sentence,
Comma's power can not separate us!

The radio will send a tune,
It's words are dumb inside me,
The Song reads tear and
Crying will come out,
It's Ashurah in my head!

I feel my head adds problem to the earth,
I don't want to set all of these pains in the term of existence,
While in the other side a whisper, a pray, a voice,
Comes into my ear and i hear:
"Cheer up"

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*Ashura: it's a solemn day of Shia mulsims.