He used to fill in this vacuum
With his poems
Now, he fills his poems
With emptiness
****
They say :
For us is the Paradise of Eden
For others
Is the bottom of Hell
We say :
Yes, they may be
The Messiah’s hell and paradise
But for us is the mercy
Of God, most forgiving
Most merciful
****
Streets are an exile for our feet
Which have been worn away
By too much walking
We have become friends.
Would it be detrimental
For mansions and palaces
To grant us shelter ?
Who would blame the streets
If they deprived us
Of the sidewalk’s splendor ?
****
One goal
And one nation
(A candle that will soon get blown away
Resulting into odd inadvertence !)
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I am trying ,now,
To write some poetry ;
I am trying hard..
But my literary taste is bitter
And the poetic faculty
Is as stubborn as a mule
Words are yawning
Over my lips
So what would the poem say
If our emotions
Grew older suddenly,
And the mind of speech
Got infected with Alzheimer’s ?

Morocco
11/8/2009