Tigris the sweet river ( lyric poem)

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Tigris the sweet river (1)
Do you really forget me?
Tigris the sweet river
Still I mention thee
Tigris my enjoyable life
What had had to thee?
Tigris you muffled my eyes
How can I see?
Tigris the passion I mightily have had
The place often I lightly touch its sand
Didst you really flee?
Tigris my fiery chat
What had to plea?
Tigris where the fresh lovely air
Mayst you harm her?
Her cheek is tender like thy gentle wave
Nor it flows vortically but quietly it does behave
As well as her brownish hair
I think you freely gave to her
Many days we played beside your bank
And we had to get up with the lark
And we have the moon shaded in your water
As a true witness, to each word we madly utter.
Thither we heard the birds' song
And we sat summery nights among
Shrubs triply larger than us
And the bees turn aside and buzz
I wish my eyes saw you before I die.
Perhaps your breeze gives me additional sigh
A virgin's nipple gives us a new birth
A wing of a pigeon comes back and forth
An immortal tone never can be ignored.
A place of lovers: how does it turn stolid?
Tigris the welfare donor
Tigris the place of honour
Didst you really forget me?
Tigris the light that dazzles our sight
Whereto do your birds take flight?
Tigris the everlasting love
Didst you really forget me?
O, braze, I think you are traitor
Why don’t you dispatch me a letter?
But to act savagely as if you are unmeant
As a whirlpool you pass over just as inanimate
O, the sudden shake let me dying there
Then her name will blare in my dead ear.
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1- It is a name of one of two main rivers in my country.
My village, which it was situated near to the certain river, had been drowned by the overflowing water because of the dam was there established which replaced all of the rural places alongside the river at 1980s.
Of course, it is my youth period, the period, which I cannot forget, and I am still yearning to the same place.
God forgive
God forgive

[Delta40]

Even if you didn't add the footnote, the poem is mournful yet vital. I'm curious how some of your poems make far more linguistic sense than other pieces which you write. Is it a matter of conscientious effort on your part MMA?

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Even if you didn't add the footnote, the poem is mournful yet vital. I'm curious how some of your poems make far more linguistic sense than other pieces which you write. Is it a matter of conscientious effort on your part MMA?
Welcome and welcome more to my page, dear pal.
Mournful, yes it caries between its folds the mournful emotions.
Someone has blamed me one day to choose such style carries bitter emotions.
Of course, poetry is a message disclosing the enfolding secret of the poet, yet the implied hidden of his soul, his attitudes, his lifestyle, and not to conceal the news about you, the temper of Iraqis always has saddened imprint and generally the Fertile Crescent region always is a fertilized place to emerge obviously the saddened tone, exactly I don't know why? But in the same time there is happy souls chanted for pleasure and delight.
For me I used to write in every theme ( purpose) of poetry and if I am being supported to stay here further time, you shall see the unexpected poetry from someone the English language to him is a second language, and I am sure you will be admired more and more, but what would I say dear pal, the prejudice and neglecting others' rights it maybe up to heads.
This tinny certificate of bachelors in translation superiorly I earned at 2011, they didn't consider it to my behalf yet, even I am sure no one can precede me or reach my level in English language in the society I live in or at least at the governmental place I work in, no one of the teachers who work with me can write one verse of poetry or can loudly say one English sentence correctly.
Many petitions I wrote to my bosses even to Baghdad but useless and I will be retired at the middle or the end of this year.
What shall I say dear friend, what shall I tell? Sorrow and sadness covered me from all directions
What to say dear pal, what is to say when you see who is less than you in knowledge assuming the highest positions and has the good opportunities and you are deprived from the minimum size of regard and esteem?
What would you say when you see your simple rights are confiscated and sized on?
What would you say when you see others of influence and power in the society get jobs and easily can employ their sons and you the poor man can't do anything as if you hands are cuffed, can't get the lowest right indeed you deserve and return empty hand?
So far and yet I would say God forgive, God forgive.
Sorry and may you excuse me into raveling this matter, but as I consider you a society of men of litter, as friends I share with them this career, as friends I share with them the good moments and the bad moments, it isn't shame if I speak about.
Sorry again if I am disturbing you or cause to you all, a bit of such annoyance.
And Mohammad Ahmad will be the sincere forever to literature.