Who is going
To embrace me,
Before my grave,
Before death,
Love, success or helplessness?
I see them in reality,
As in my dreams,
Running towards my gate,
Each trying desperately
To have me in embrace,
……
Of all I fear most
Tenderness not hopelessness;
To take what of me is left,
To nourish my spirit,
To raise me up high
Over clouds in the sky,
Only to let me fall again,
Oh, not once again;
To have the arms of helplessness
Around my waist
Squeezing me towards
Wan wistlessness,
To be dissolved in nothingness.
……
Here I am looking
From my window cell,
Someone on my door is knocking,
And I am waiting
For the pain like hell,
To kill or to be killed,
Yet full I am with
The hope for Tenderness;
For taking and giving,
Still, feel I like giving,
Though a lot I am missing? !
Can a Singing Bird but sing,
A Rose but bloom,
And bestow fragrance,
A Fertile Land but produce,
A Tree but grant
Scent, colour and fruits,
Even in harsh wind? !

nadia abduljabbar

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