Sulthan Ghazal


A Forgotten Birthday

At the corner of the room, near the exit
a mother was busy packing a small box
with red paper air-gold ribbon.
Her son asked:
'Mom, what is the gift for me? '
'No, this gift for the child of my friend'
The mom said,
without heed to grief on the faces of her children
That being suck stale poem.

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