Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee Poem by ahmed khaled

Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee

Rating: 4.3


paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Cockrell 28 December 2011

love it... you write with passion!

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Indira Babbellapati 28 December 2011

i'm more touched by the refugee predicament reflected in the poem...the emotion determines the style in this case quite secondary!

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Vipins Puthooran 30 December 2011

I love this write, 'tis an excellent poem! ! ! Oh, refugee birds Make a nest On top of My peepul tree As I'm a tree A Refugee tree With no companion In my branches Or nor have I a root of pedigree

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Joseph Sanchez 28 April 2014

o paris................ Y paris................ the patience, eating the happiness the pain, eating the patience and the pain, eating the pain I AM SICK, paris treat me, sister paris................ o paris................ Y paris................ exile, on my papers restrained, ..

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(De Va) 06 January 2012

great write, I enjoyed reading it very much...smiles n blessings

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Sally Plumb Plumb 31 December 2011

So beautiful in places, I am caught in colour.

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Elizabeth Wesley 30 December 2011

There is so much pain where you live Ahmed, peace is so illusive and I feel so sad for those caught in the crossfire.

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Vipins Puthooran 30 December 2011

'Tis a wonderful poem! ! ! I like this one: : Oh, all refugee birds Make your nests On the top of My peepul tree As I'm alone In this land With no cmpanioin On my branches and nor have I here a root of pedigree My leaves are silent They lost their murmur Strech your wings Under its shadow So my soul will awake By the fllutter of your words! ! ! !

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