Mohammad Ahmad
12-15-2014, 10:52 AM
MMA poems
Mohammad Ahmad
Iraqi translator
Mosul \ Iraq
My heart to someone inclined
My heart isn't here
My heart is in another place
In which I shed tear
My heart will come around
If she were a pleasant dear
No touchable illness no failure will be
When the beloved comes and I see
O, people, passion never can be healed
Ever to get caution or to have armored shell
It comes as a thunder striking souls
Either it comes strongly as if falls
Neither you can flee nor can you leave.
It is as a swordlike and you will believe
It honks in my ear a duplicate form
I returned a newborn in that storm
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If only I had a heart
If only I were a bird and could fly
If only I were a rocket to ascend high
If only people for lovers don't deny
Then life will be useful, however, you try
But alas it has shaped with a formulaic lie
In every speech, in every manner
It has a sophisticated dullness cry
The matter isn't to be for oneself slave
But to ever you go may tie thyself in a bond
The bonds of society of different views
Among them, the good and bad
Among them, the kind and the selfish
Among them the vicious and the honest
Thus, you may go and go
In this infinite circle
Whether you cross over seas or lands
But in one thing you may be cautious
That your mind never to give for others
Mohammad Ahmad
Iraqi translator
Mosul \ Iraq
My heart to someone inclined
My heart isn't here
My heart is in another place
In which I shed tear
My heart will come around
If she were a pleasant dear
No touchable illness no failure will be
When the beloved comes and I see
O, people, passion never can be healed
Ever to get caution or to have armored shell
It comes as a thunder striking souls
Either it comes strongly as if falls
Neither you can flee nor can you leave.
It is as a swordlike and you will believe
It honks in my ear a duplicate form
I returned a newborn in that storm
-----
If only I had a heart
If only I were a bird and could fly
If only I were a rocket to ascend high
If only people for lovers don't deny
Then life will be useful, however, you try
But alas it has shaped with a formulaic lie
In every speech, in every manner
It has a sophisticated dullness cry
The matter isn't to be for oneself slave
But to ever you go may tie thyself in a bond
The bonds of society of different views
Among them, the good and bad
Among them, the kind and the selfish
Among them the vicious and the honest
Thus, you may go and go
In this infinite circle
Whether you cross over seas or lands
But in one thing you may be cautious
That your mind never to give for others