Syria

On This day I picked your eyes And wrote in my diary Snow is gazing guys Buries within I am a giant heater who Welcomes you all in my quarters And my hands are so so big That the Hell they bestow you will The black giant came then close to me And the sky went all dark Like grand ma’s eyes My parent are the same color as ground And I am the same color as ground The soil takes care of me Since my parents reside in ground

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Ibohal Kshetrimayum

Date: 11/20/2018 11:38:00 AM

Only someone with beautiful soul can write like this. "And the sky went all dark/ like grandma's eyes..wonderful line. Thanks for sharing.

Paul Callus

Date: 8/28/2017 5:17:00 PM

An expressive poem about your mother country, Maryam. Impressed by that giant metaphor...hopefully the darkness will change to light! Regards // paul

Maryam Musharraf
Date: 8/29/2017 6:25:00 AM

Thank you Paul for your comment. Actually Syria is not my mother land, however i feel close to the suppressed people there.

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 8/28/2017 8:32:00 AM

Excellent. Beautifully said. Enjoyed reading reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Maryam Musharraf
Date: 8/28/2017 11:03:00 AM

Thanks Ravi for your commment

Asad Abdalle

Date: 8/14/2017 5:03:00 PM

Maryam, Mansha Allah, it is beautiful. So deep that I couldn't stop reading over and over. well come to poetry soup.