Shihab Kumbidi Poems

Under your knee,
You slammed my neck,
My pleas were suffocated,
It was raining sweats and tears,
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Read this book frequently,
Ironies of wounds
metaphors of tears
who has written this forest
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Every morning,
It comes down from the wall
looks at my face
Combing the fingers through the hair.
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When you bloom in my garden,
My wounds will be given wings,
Colorful dotted wings,
They will be reshaped into butterflies!
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The Silent white grave,
Muted chirrups of sparrows
Fallen petals of Green dreams
Just put your ear very close
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The signal was red
Some moments got stopped
Some silences uttered a word
Moved forward.
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