Sajda
My body has become
A poem
Alphabets lie scattered
over the wasteland
of blood
rummaging for:
A word
A note
or a colour’s stroke
My being aches
With in-expression
Redemption I crave
Pleasure of submission
Breathes on my forehead
*Prostration in Arabic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful poem, idea brilliantly executed. HG: -) xx