Rafey Habib

(- / India)

Rafey Habib Poems

1. Valentine’s Day 6/23/2012
2. Yet Another Valentine’s Day For Yasmeen, 2007 6/23/2012
3. Whisky Priest 6/23/2012
4. Valentine War 6/23/2012
5. Hedda Gabler 6/23/2012
6. A Poem For Neda (Elections In Iran) 6/23/2012
7. To A Secular Cynic 6/23/2012
8. Light: A Passage From The Qur'An 6/23/2012
9. To Yasmeen February 14, 2003 6/23/2012
10. Old Flame 6/23/2012
11. An Autumn Garden 6/23/2012
12. Snow 6/23/2012
13. Hira 6/23/2012
14. Mosque 6/23/2012
15. Hymn 6/23/2012
16. Everest 6/23/2012
17. Return 6/23/2012
18. Garment 6/23/2012
19. Forest 6/23/2012
20. Mother 6/23/2012
21. Cloud 6/23/2012
22. The Dead 6/23/2012
23. Hijrah 6/23/2012
24. Too Late 6/23/2012
25. Freud’s Dora 6/23/2012
26. To Yasmeen, After Nine Years 6/23/2012
27. Friends (Advice To My Children) 6/23/2012
28. To My Wife Yasmeen 6/23/2012
29. To A Suicide Bomber 6/23/2012

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Best Poem of Rafey Habib

To A Suicide Bomber

You do not speak for me:
You who soak yourselves in blood
Are far from the prophet's mantle.

You who act beyond the Book
Are far from the Word.

You do not speak for me:
You who do not know, and kill,
Murder your own soul.

You blew up a young girl.
A mother's heart will bleed forever.
A father's will is broken.
Because of you their world is ended.

What good have you done?

Your own wife, young,
Curses you in her sleep, her nightmare.
Your children betrayed
To a myth; they do not know where you are,
Where you have gone; they...

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Too Late

If, in ten years, you should come to me, broken,
Your following relationships failed, your
Thighs bloated with cellulite, your cheeks fattened, your spouse
Uncaring; if then you should tell me
You wished you had given yourself to
Me, that night, all those years ago, when
Sitting on a couch I had touched your cheek; if
The emptiness of all these years is what it has taken
To make you wise, to open your

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