The Problem Is...... Poem by Ibrahim Hydarah
The Problem Is......
the problem is the trend.
oh, if you get rid of that complex of trend.
get rid of you..
your name,
date of your birth,
your identity.
then go amid the storm.
i will repeat:
the problem is the trend.
can you litigate the wind
because it pushed you forcibly
to the point of the no return?
that is your problem: the trend.
you fear the others' views about you!
the others' views that make the trends.
do you know?
THE PROBLEM IS THE OTHERS.
oh, if you get rid of the others.
Ibraheem, oh, I know the problem there. I know of a quite a few 'others' that I would like to see vanquished from my life. Lovely rhythmic flow to this piece. Just made me want to read and digest every word that you had written. Beautiful, my friend. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
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Dear 'Ibrahim, ' I really, really, really like this poem; I enjoyed reading it greatly. thank you for this gift of a poem you gave to us here on PH. I am going to quote the names on here, from now on, because I know you're the same person, or possibly 2 or 3, 'persons' on here. So I shall use quotations. I remember that, 'you.' I remember your obsessing over me, in a loving way, and you would give me advice. I am touched you feel I touched your life that much. I am a very strong person, and for someone to point out such a degree of complexity almost scares me. You seem to know me well. Keep writing. ~Sarah (Marlayna)