People wanted to escape the void
They built big cities
They became gears, hammers, bags and hats.
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City people wanted to return to nature
When their bones were broken
They filled their balconies with flowers and trellises
They raised cats and dogs in homes.
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They made the cities fortified and walled
It is surrounded by soldiers and guarded by aircraft.
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When wars break out
Balcony roses will still survive
Battles rage in the mountains of the villages.
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Peasants, harvesters and truck drivers will die
But the crops
It will still flow onto store shelves.
Where poetry is water, a cloud of perfume and rain, circling around the playing fields and the hum of things, only the poem is, when the poet’s soul is present, and his eternal, shortened yearning is present at the dock of wishes and the nooks of words. The moment of poetry is the poet’s feeling and pulse, his dream, and his vast, generous imaginations, a moment. The growing love, spreading the light within us, as if quenching a thirst.
Poetry is imagination, and perhaps a supplication creeps from behind words to make a supplication and weave a story. True poetry is us with all the beauty we carry and the feelings we harbor. It is something that flows like magic, making the moon rise.
The poem is some words that express us, and they may not express us, they leave us with pain and fatigue, as if the alphabet in its hidden secret refuses to be us/us, to become strangers to us. Here is an attempt to translate the self, and another attempt to express the other in some way, which may make him one of those whom the words here draw. .
In this literary work, I, you, and them, let us read with love, color the sky with joy, and follow the words.
About the poetic version..
This collection is the first poetry publication by the writer and journalist Dareen Shabir, in which she poetically dealt with the relationship between a woman and a man, with all its emotions and contradictions, and played beautiful love symphonies, interspersed with sad and angry pieces that confronted treachery, betrayal, and endless absurdity.
Between one piece and another, the features of the homeland that the poet embraced with all love appear, and wept over the wounds he suffered in silence, and sent him bouquets of flowers that never die.
She also embraced a homeland that opened its wings to her and provided her with inexhaustible creative energy, so literature was a haven... and poetry was a companion in travel and travel...
This poetic publication is distinguished by its remarkable touch with reality, in which Dareen Shabir sends humanitarian and social messages that express a reality that she lived and that was deeply engraved in her conscience... to serve as a rich journey into the worlds of love, homeland, society, and humanity.
