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

Hotels In Bab Almuadham’s* hotel And another hotel in Amman, A third in Sydney, A fourth in Adelaide, A fifth in Milan, A sixth in Amsterdam, And a seventh in Bangkok, I sit with the letter in a fascinating harmony Forgetfully or pretending to be forgetful The noise of the market in Bab Almuadham, The noise of the cars in Amman, The noise of the dollar slaves in Sydney, The noise of the addicts in Adelaide, The noise of the thieves in Milan, The noise of the lost in Amsterdam, And the noise of women in Bangkok.

I sat with the letter in a holy peace To exchange our pains, losses 74