The wound refused to submit.
Tendency to peace?
I no longer have what steals the soul
Has the scent of sadness begun to waft?
With the soul and cauterizes all wounds
We cry over tragedies and the heart wails
We create in my heart diseases and pains that reveal
Oh my suffering, do not let sadness loom on the horizon
If we are scattered in the wounded homeland?
What is the condition of the prisoners and the slaughtered martyr?
How are the revolutionaries in the prisons and their blood is flowing?
For we are with God, the servants of the Most Merciful, inclined towards peace
So do not rob me of my memories and my strength, for I am honest
Untie my chains and leave my land, for I am persevering
For if I stop and pause, you will all become like a slaughtered sheep on a feast day?
So what sadness, I no longer have what steals the soul
Except a wound that refused to submit and wanted to incline towards peace?
I said: No, even if you were a slave, O sadness, or a wiped wiped
So one day, O rebel, you will become in the sky, climbing the towers?
Do not be stingy with me, for the wind plays there on the roofs
A tune that reveals the soul's sorrows
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.
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Except a wound that refused to submit and wanted to incline towards peace? This line has my heart!! Peace in sorrow.. Beautifully written!