Fatima Nusairat (Jordan)
At The End Of Walkway
It's a pity not to pay attention
Of this darkness:
Here, 'Jasmine' drink the tears;
Did you smell sobbing perfume..? !
Here continues to grow thorns
And there are barefooted on the road..;
Did you loose your plow..? !
At the end of walkway..
Fates in wait
And there is a lot of oblations prepared..;
Did you prepare your oblation..? !
At your feet your bad luck
The blast, which raises is a half-truth
So did you hear the sound of your heart..? !
In the groan of children..
Something that sends terror
There is Tombstones on this rubble;
Did you hear the dirt weep!
Glimmer of lights that flash at night..
Point to 'Carnival'.. fires;
Did you remember when the war begin..? !
It's a pity not to pay attention,
It's pity not to see all these details! !
Fatima Nusairat's Other Poems
- Ah..O God
- As the mountain sniff the thyme
- As the same..Unless
- As your absence forever
- Asleep In Silence House -new-
- At Plaza Squares Marble -new-
- At The End Of Walkway
- Before The Death Takes Me
- Carry Your Scissors
- Clock That Dangle In Dates
- Confusion vision
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