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A Letter from the Exile...Poem by: Mahmoud S Kawash

Mahmoud Said Kawash
2015 / 2 / 11


A Letter from the Exile
A painful cry from a foreigner in the outland

Dedicated to the souls of my beloved parents

Poem by : Mahmoud Said Kawash

No No
I am not there,
No... I am not there,
Not anymore,
I was there,
Now I am here...
Here... in a revolting world,
Sad, gloomy,
Senseless, merciless,
And unloving
***
In a world drenched with frets,
Sorrows and boredom,
Choked by dullness,
Ample of monotony,
Aimless and hopeless,
With no beginning and no end,
Strident with cries,
Lament,
And pain,
Drenched with grief
***
Now I am here,
In a world of cries,
A strange world,
Feeding from the earth,
Kissing the pebbles,
Spending long nights...
Playing my chords,
Contemplating the moon,
And barely closing my eyes
***
The nights of my foreignness are long,
Heavy,
Killing the daylight,
Filled with gloom
Aimless,
Cursed...
Cursing every grain of earth,
Cursing stones, trees, people
***
Before now, I was there,
Dwelling...
On the hills of my village,
With my fellow men,
Uphill where the earth...
Held my glory, my breath
My splendour
***
I was in Mirun,
Where lie my origins,
My identity, my people,
My place of prayer...
Where my flock crawled
***
Before now, I was there,
Hopeful and joyful,
Singing gleefully,
Not knowing grief,
Or tears of pain,
Or cries´-or-wails
***
Before now, I was there,
Ambitious and optimistic,
My path was long...
Embracing the echoes in the way,
Embracing my very roots,
With blissful yearns,
There was no sound...
But a lover s beautiful hymn
***
Now I am here,
Not there anymore,
I am here...
Embracing my pillow,
ing mournfully,
In a world not of my own,
A vast and wide world...
I wish it were smaller
***
I have no other choice...
But to embrace my pillow,
Lie in my bed,
Eat the soil, kiss the stones,
My mind and soul overwhelmed by shrieks...
They lower in tone,
And suddenly holler the voice of destiny
***
Now I am here, in the world of riches,
The world of the oppressors,
Where the music of shrilling drums pierces ears
***
Now I am here... here I am,
Though I will never ever,
Not in a million years,
Feed from the earth...
Nor kiss the stones...
***
In this fraud world,
Strange, odd,
That belittles the wise,
Uses the learned and clever,
And disheartens a lover.
Fin...........

Thanks..........

Mahmoud Said Kawash
Copenhagen
[email protected]




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