Khalid Albudoor

Rookie - 0 Points (29 April 1961 / Dubai. UAE)

Remains Of The Night - Poem by Khalid Albudoor

Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
A refreshing air comes from the west
Palm trees stand in the fog
While contemplating
On what is left of the night
I hear sounds of birds.

Bare feet
And the house's roof is cold
A little bird
Comes flying and lands
On the long palm's frond.
It gazes toward me
I feel it is asking
What happened?
Why didn't you sleep last night?

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Comments about Remains Of The Night by Khalid Albudoor

  • Rizwan Saleem (11/29/2015 3:34:00 PM)


    Very well put. A beautiful expression (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2011


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