A Blessing In Disguise

This is not some verse of weed or wine discovering now that six resembles nine What diction or numbers can cover the blows of time? Those blows hitting and splitting As hurdles harrowing and arrowing And then taking your wall for their vine Those blows sending and pending Bitter shivers down your poor spine; Grasp by the time of waking at dawn there is still room for things divine Yet never will the garden’s gates unlock for thick hearts Face it yet with a smile! Those blows of time are rambunctiously rampant and windy to render your sailing ship strong and fine. Chokri Omri (Tunisia, 2021)