Tuesday, November 10, 2009

parturition


He searched his pen
And found it empty but dusty
His eyes hunted for some papers
Get some with dirt and filth
Sat on the long armed chair,
Scratched his big head and black beard,
Stared on the unpainted roof
Sow nothing ,but the grinning tiles

Gave life to a cigar
Puffed once or twice agogly
Coughed twice or thrice wildly
Nothing, but smoke came out

"BEGGAR"
I decorated the screamer with
Full of lines and shades
The empty papers stared at him
He threw it in to the hungry dust bin

Filled with the undigested food,
The hungry bin vomited
New papers, same starting,but
The rest gleamed emptily

Walked,scratched,smoked, traced,
Coughed, sat, stood, and threw again
My pen barren??!
Got up and off market

His revenues eyes goggled...
Tired of familiar faces......
And there he saw........
Saw a beggar..!!! clasped his arms
Embraced, kissed on cheeks

Tears broke out,but
No words
------Ibnua'asif

Monday, October 26, 2009

FOR IRAQ

BOMB IS IN MY HEART
BOMB IS IN MY HEART
WHO CAN RUIN IT
IT IS YESTERDAY, THE 'YUFRATISE'
AND TYGREESE DRIED IN MY EYES
I'M LESSONED TO CARRY
IN THE HALF BURNED LEFT HAND,
OUR NATIONAL FLAG......
OUR ''NATIONAL'' FLAG
I'M LESSONED TO TIE
IN THE WRISTLESS RIGHT HAND,
THE SWORD OF DREAM....
THE SWARD OF ''DREAM''
YOU COME: I MAY GIVE
MY CRASHED PART'S PLASTIC LEGS
FOR YOU...
FIRST, AT FIRST... YOU
YOU PUT BOMB IN YOUR HEART
KEEP EYES WETLESS
KEEP EYES WITHOUT REDDISH.
TO RETAKE ''MESSAPOTTOMIA';
BECOME SLEEPLESS;
NOT TO BE HUMILITATED!!