That’s me . . .!

That’s me . . .!
That’s me . . . That’s why I need you to know me!
I have nothing to tell . . . My eyes can tell you!
Ask my heart, he will tell you . . .
Ask my soul, she will tell you . . .
Ask my breaths, they will tell you . . .
* * *
That’s me . . . That’s why I need you to know me!
All the roses of youth have been withered,
All the green leaves of age have been burned,
Scattered by the wind,
What is being left only remains of a living person . . .!
Breathing his memories with a deep sigh of pain . . .
That’s me . . That’s why I need you to know me!
* * *
When babies of the world were born
In Africa,
Asia,
Latin America
Europe,
Angels of heaven descended to the earth merrily---;---
And celebrated with their mothers this great occasion---;---
But when they heard my mother screaming to announce my birth moments in Iraq
They asked her angrily:
What’s the devil are you doing?,
What’s wrong have you done?
Why have you chosen (IRAQ) to be his birth place?!
My mother smiled and said: let him suffer . . .!
Its our inescapable destiny to be born in (IRAQ)!!.
* * *
Ahmed Al-Shahmani

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