Teach Me Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Teach me how
to tame a characters
In my language.
Whenever I write a poem,
The pain whistle around,
like the wind whistle,
through a crack.

Teach me how my poem,
Should be written:
Light as a dream,
Solid as oak,
Precious as pearls,
Mellowed as wine,
Fragrant as Jasmine,
Strange and sweet,
and closest,
To the soul,
'As the dearest faces'.

Honest and pure like the memory of:
The old green hills,
The antique homes,
The great plains.
Teach me how to write my poem
with some sweetness,
Even if my nightingales
have no wings, -
And my country there, -
Prey of eagles,
Torn apart by strife and hatred
Violent and....
No less.

Teach me, O my pen
How to write a poem as poets do,
A poetry empty of everything,
But the love.