Khalid al Maaly Biography

Am I to hear
the echo
whenever I call,
forget the thought
...

The well had dried
the bucket came up empty
and we had travelled far
meeting neither beast
...

I had wanted to forget
to go back on foot
the road at noon
taking me home
...

The tree spoke.
It showed me its name
from which I took
a single letter
...

Now as I pass on the road
I see the one night fastened
to its day. I speak
...