The Fact
My father –
Writes the verse,
He draws with the words,
To create –
An image and vision,
He plunges in to deep nesses,
Looks for –
Essence of Homelands,
All the windows –
Are closed,
Inhabited in dimness,
From previous times,
But –
He never know,
He was in truth -
When he died.
Basim Al Aoda
2008
basim al aoda
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