Fatima Nusairat Poet Free verse

I Am a Wetland

I am a wetland , 
To the lotus and fish, and dreams. 
But  my bridle from iron and 
My horse from wood. 
, 
Twenty centuries in my blood, 
Full of  amok  ,fire and war . 
O my sorrow heart, 
The lashes hurt and the silence 
They rushed your death. 
, 
I thought your shield from iron, 
So I left, the arrows of treachery, 
Pleasure of aiming. 
Oh my heart's delusions .. 
How can you run over the flames? 
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You were a land of joy 
You were a bird dances on
The top of mountains. 
 , 
Ah what a stone that hit  my heart   
I became a land of oppression, 
I became a land of sorrow. 
,
Tell me O God .. 
Who will bring back to me, the smell of lotus 
And dreams?

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Vicky Tsiluma January 31, 2014 at 5:15 AM Poignant poem Fatima - well developed theme. I like the image you used - a wetland showcases prosperity and losing it to war and destruction would certainly breed sorrow and encourage oppression. Both physical and emotional wetlands are needed for our well beings. You've said it very well. Fatima Nusairat February 1, 2014 at 6:04 PM Thank you for the comment and for stopping by Vicky <3