
And in my land a flame of fire
The whisper of the expert who folded
And my heart has been rebellious since eternity
I want a friend or a wise man to buy?
Messages that distracted my sight
And burned it with the flame of enthusiasm?
And paid what he owned as a price for a life
that memory abandoned?
My life is just a fragment
that breaks and the calamity dissipates
and makes me die of regret
In the conversations of a heart that folds
My feelings address my imagination
Do I remember sadness every time I see it?
And tragedy is like memories that go and return
From the time that forgot its time?
I am the master of the matter
that was around me is wearing out
My feelings are like iron, solid
like steel, whispering
And I ask them from that moment to return to the world?
So attack, O people, an enemy who sought
to displace our people and leave them alone?
With the calamity of a nation we called Arabs
Where is it in the fire that burns
My feelings are like jelly whenever
I move them on your neck they fall
And makes the soul with its crying plead
And burn with its flames and cauterize
In my land a flame of fire crossed me
The square towards the enemy who feared
That his era would return and be
The source of the calamity that ran out
Our green land turned
Into the blackness of a road from the old
And bought the memory of patience
Has it become a story that is told?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



Comments (1)
You write with heart.