Hamed Abdul Dhabiani (Prepared A. Kosta)
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Hamed Al-Dhubyani
HELL BREATHES
My Pain,
A Suppressed Scream
Inside Me,
The Neighing of the Horses of Pain
Confuses Me
Disturbs My Thoughts.
I Rise Again,
I Ride the Back of Stagnation,
I Shatter the Body of Glass,
I Flee from a Fornicated World
Killed by Hatred and Selfishness.
I Flutter with the Wings of Freedom,
I Light a Candle in the Depths of the Soul,
Perhaps it will Light My
Twisted Path,
Make Me Forget the Cruelty of Days.
A Wound That Carries Within It
The Seeds of Healing,
A Call to Rise
Anew.
I face hell with strength,
I draw my dreams on the walls of memory,
There is no place for fear in my dictionary,
For I am the one who rewrites the story,
I break the chains of the past,
I release my soul, to fly in the spaces of hope,
and drop from its shoulders
the burdens of hatred and bitterness.
Let me ignite the fire of will, to be me,
to regain myself,
For hell may breathe my pain,
For I still have the ability
to rise.
THE SUN'S BULGE
The morning rooster peeps
My pillow
Wakes up my
Slow
Breaths off the dust
of
Sleep
The sun's bulge
Chases me
Begs hunger
The earth
A morsel amidst
The wasteland
A desert that burns
Its sands
A crow cawing in the depths
of the stomachs
A mirage that exhausts
Illusion
Kills hope
Thirst
Lips of clouds
Dry
Accepts what remains of
The dew
O DAUGHTER OF AL-SAYYAB
The sunset continues, carrying my pains
A sword that cuts my soul
Flows like a river
Runs
Witnesses lazy dreams
The years take me
Gently
As if they are whispering in my ear
Playing on the strings of
Farewell
Bringing me back to a time
Past
Yellowness draws wrinkles
The streets
Keeps the secrets of
the nights
And a rose sighs waiting
for the morning
As if it wishes for the touch of your soul
Drops of dew
Preparing
to wash itself with your fragrance
Mashnashil touching a moonlight lantern
Dancing in a stray light
I love you...
I love you
Words echoing in my chest
As if they are an echo of a past that never ends
INNOCENCE OF A DOG
Our house dog has prestige and dignity
Innocent, calm by nature, does not know to quarrel
His soul is gentle..loves him
The little ones
The foxes circle around him..he chases them away
So he hides
She declares victory
She tired him out and this is what she meant
In short
The dog went to a dog nearby
The dog puffed up at him..wagged his tail
And pointed
My friend
Foxes are spontaneous creatures
Their thoughts are hellish
Give them security..they give you freedom
Our dog is silent..thinking confused
From here the pollution of thoughts began
The dog sold a balcony
The foxes married him
Slept on a water channel that shaded him
The trees
We cut off his bread..so he returned
Security
He agreed with the foxes again
The foxes sleep In the burrows and he is
the butcher
that's how he became.
Our hero dog
the daring
the spotlight is on him.....
and he is shown every hour in the new
(Prepared A. Kosta)
