Anwer Ghani

Rookie - 205 Points (1973 / Iraq)

Freedom - Poem by Anwer Ghani

I am an old farmer. I cannot see my figure only on the water face of our lovely rivulet . It was small like my dream, at that time I was child, dissolved in the butterfly colors. Oh the purity which they steal it, they take our smooth olive, make missile and death from it, then they told me that I am a serious criminal plants the olive.
Yes, such that, and without tiredness I shall repeat the birds songs, I shall not care about the world brassy face, nor the one-eyed city. Yes I shall learn the earth the rose voice, and the lonely winds will not find a place in my skin. I am a free bird, I love the mud smell, and I like the noon sun when it touch my face , may be because my father plant me with a wheat seed in our small garden.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Freedom by Anwer Ghani

  • Gold Star - 54,682 Points Roseann Shawiak (8/20/2015 12:31:00 PM)

    Very touching and expressive poem telling of your gentle inner nature, the simplicity with which you see life, like a child. Being free to enjoy the earth and all that has been planted upon it. I love this line: may be because my father plant(ed) me with a wheat seed in our small garden. Beautiful sentiment! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 20, 2015

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