Mohammad Ahmad
04-01-2014, 01:43 AM
A group of youth coming up to my deck
Unloading my ship in a vast moorage
I fall down recklessly to the salty beach
Unknown headache I got much
Many hours passed and I shall wait
Seeing one slab as if it is scorched
It looks like my soul neighing as a horse
A flake of breeze refreshes me again
As a series of thought it comes up
And I am in the sixth decade of my age
Near a barrel of petrol, I smoke
I claim the victor as pending it will
But my hope likely is a savage one
In each moment, I would say, hi
To the youth period which I lost
Deltaic agony in my harp
And the moon still watches as a thief
Through the gaps of clouds it does dance
Under its light, I read your litter
Swarm of pigeons goes back and forth
As they chant the melody of spring
And the orange- twilight cover me up
The water is salty firing my mouth
It is as if a veil that covering your bosom
At a midday of a hot summer
Once Iraqi dates are ripe at July
Tickling your cheek to be blush
Painlessly over the thrones you trod
Once you were barefoot going out
While your face gazing as if bird
Dreamy night as if I am drunk
A flake of wind passed by my face
Stirring up my emotions and I woke.
Unloading my ship in a vast moorage
I fall down recklessly to the salty beach
Unknown headache I got much
Many hours passed and I shall wait
Seeing one slab as if it is scorched
It looks like my soul neighing as a horse
A flake of breeze refreshes me again
As a series of thought it comes up
And I am in the sixth decade of my age
Near a barrel of petrol, I smoke
I claim the victor as pending it will
But my hope likely is a savage one
In each moment, I would say, hi
To the youth period which I lost
Deltaic agony in my harp
And the moon still watches as a thief
Through the gaps of clouds it does dance
Under its light, I read your litter
Swarm of pigeons goes back and forth
As they chant the melody of spring
And the orange- twilight cover me up
The water is salty firing my mouth
It is as if a veil that covering your bosom
At a midday of a hot summer
Once Iraqi dates are ripe at July
Tickling your cheek to be blush
Painlessly over the thrones you trod
Once you were barefoot going out
While your face gazing as if bird
Dreamy night as if I am drunk
A flake of wind passed by my face
Stirring up my emotions and I woke.