Vienna Poem by nadia abduljabbar

Grand beautiful city
Of the blue Danube,
Beauty of yours
Is still the same,
Your blue river,
Your Balconies
With their Roman
Engraved Paintings
Are still stretching
Their necks
To view
Those who pass
By your vivid cafes,
Life with all
Of its gleaming gestures
Neither recall
Nor awake hope,
Inside my soul,
I'm not the same,
Whom should I blame? !

Where did that
Beautiful joyful young
Woman disappear?
Why can't the active
Human being inside me
Feel
Taste
Grasp
Anything
Anymore,
Except poetry?

Here I am again
In the land of glamour
And grace,
After fifteen years
Of separation,
The glory of the mountains
Is still the same,
Yet nothing
Can reach
Me anymore.

And I began
To contemplate;
I still remember
Those days;
I had everything then;
Youth,
Beauty,
Money,
A child
And a funny mate;
Who used to ridicule
My romanticism,
The fact that
Food and sex
Were not the target;
The aim of my living,
Made him furious,
Hence, something great
Was lacking,
I still recall all
The big and small
Incidents;
He was
An excellent male;
A kind of stud,
But I rarely enjoyed
Being with him,
For the spirit
Of true LOVE was
Not there,
The meeting of minds
Could not take place
How could a soul
With a cute brain
Live in such a state.

How true is
The beautiful saying:
'Not all that glitters
Is Gold.'

I'll not argue any more
I will not ask: 'Why that
Kind of fate
Was designed
FOR ME'!
Bad and good destiny
Are to purify
The believer
For the true
Reward is up
There.


Vienna,

25, April,2006