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When the Memories Condense- قصيدة بالانكليزية// عبد يونس لافي
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عبد يونس لافي
When the Memories Condense - قصيدة بالانكليزية
عبد يونس لافي
When the Memories Condense
Abd. Y. Lafi
At midnight,
a bird and a picture
are staring at me,
then all the sad memories
arrived, and the happy ones.
It is a time of suffering.
If I pretend asleep,
all memories fall, indescribable.
If I sit up, I'm ripped apart
by heavier thoughts.
I'll never forget those moments,
never.
You, picture, insult me, stab
your fingers inside me.
Later you wipe my tears
and play with me.
Please keep away.
You're hurting, hurting me.
You planted flowers in my heart,
the picture said.
The best flowers are those
planted
in the heart
and fed by the heart,
but in the end
you killed those flowers.
The picture disappeared.
You, bird, I said,
bring the picture.
The bird disappeared.
To me, killing flowers —
killing a baby in his crib.
Preventing them from growing —
prohibiting food and medicine
from a dying baby —
the sanctions of warfare —
To me, this is not just a crime
but the mother of all crimes.
Where is the picture?
Where is the bird?
The morning is breathing; please come again
won't you come again?
Come to read you a story,
a verse of love.
Willamette Literary Guild, Oregon, USA, Selections from Diverse Voices, 1994
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