yaseen muhamad

Rookie (01/05/1983 / kurdistan-iraq)

Rubbing The Borders - Poem by yaseen muhamad

I dream,
The cages has been broken
The vases has been broken
The birds liberate,
The flowers go back to their garden
I dream the pigeons of two different countries
Pickup the flower of love with their beaks
And passed the border with out passport.


this is my poem in Kurdish

خ ە و ن م د ی و ە

ق ە ف ە ز ە ك ا ن ه ە م و و د ە ش ك ێ ن .

ئ ی ن ج ا ن ە ك ا ن ه ە م و و د ە ش ك ێ ن .

ب ا ڵ ن د ە ك ا ن ئ ا ز ا د د ە ب ن .

گ و ڵ ە ك ا ن ب ۆ ب ا خ چ ە ك ا ن ی ا ن د ە ڕ ۆ ن ە و ە ،

خ ە و ن م د ی و ە

ك ۆ ت ر ە ك ا ن ی د و و و و ڵ ا ت ب ە د ە ن و ك ی ا ن

گ و ڵ ە ك ا ن ی خ ۆ ش ە و ی س ت ی ب ۆ ی ە ك ت ر ی ه ە ڵ د ە گ ر ن و

ب ێ پ ا س پ ۆ ر ت ب ە س ن و ر ا د ە پ ە ڕ ن ە و ە .


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 14, 2011


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