My life, my life! Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poetry

* Instead of cursing the darkness I will write one poem with one letter, But the language has been out of action For a thousand years And the letters are in an eternal strike. * The half-lighted rooms Wait the total darkness every night Or a lightning bolt burns everything. * I will lie down with my exhausted body On the relaxing bed of exile.

Before I fall asleep I knock on the door of the dream seven times.

Maybe it could fix my life Which has been destroyed by time Seventy times in a legendary success. * When the mood of the poem changes In less than a minute To get darkened After it has been as clean as a mirror.

The poet does not know what to do: Does he cry or laugh or break the mirror? * Love is a very old joke.

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