a poem for hussein naser habr...under the rain

under the rain

we shall meet in winter

at the rail station....in baghdad

to strange sparrows

wanted shivering

under the train

migrated for the farthest

at the corner of the gulf

nestless we've lost our home

we've lost the addresses

of our friends

there remained alone

known to no one but the rain

تحت المطر

سنلتقي في الشتاء

عند المحطة في بغداد

نبتل تحت المطر

فنرتعش....

عصفوران غريبان

هاجرا من اقاصى الجنوب

عند زاوية الخليج

مالنا عش

وليس لنا مستقر

اضعنا كل عناوين الاصدقاء

وبقينا وحيدين

ما يعرفنا غير المطر

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mazigh March 15, 2010 21:41

yes my friend nadyah,it' s very sad,but this is the life of lovers.always accompanied by sorrow.
Nadiyah March 15, 2010 18:29

a sad poem ... a replection of life, journey of soul, and perhaps the soul will not rest until the soul is lost and facing the creator ... thanks for sharing, mazigh!

-Nadiyah-

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