Poetry
Ali Jaber Al Kazemi
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I waited I waited… when the softest sound passed me… I waited If the dream came by, it will see me strong or see me fainted I'm now a candle for your birth, that is why my soul is now melted When you knocked my heart I opened. When you knocked my heart... my soul before my heart opened Did you know that from the day of birth just to say your name I waited? I waited… when the softest sound passed me… I waited InsomniaOnce again you come to me insomnia.Once again! Why?! When I'm waiting for the world of dreams to reach me Every night you are my guest insomnia Do I not deserve to feel or end up sleepy? Hear my words and rhymes for you since you're the guest Hear the words that echo in and out my chest Hear the words then leave and let me please just rest You came to me and only me and left the rest Let me stop and think this situation through Let me stop and find what's false and what is true Did you come to me or did I come to you? Answer me and tell me oh insomnia! Answer me and tell me where it went all wrong Awake you always leave me, eyes up all night long I write my night a poem when others sing a song If I came to you then please just let me go From me I say what is it that you want to know? Then I hear the answer from insomnia Every night your love for them will grow and grow For Ahl Al Bait your love is high and never low That is why you feel your night goes very slow Next time don't you blame it on insomnia Remember it's a love that's called Haideriya That is why you stayed awake for years and years And dropping all those not so precious tears Stop right there I shouted at insomnia!! What makes you think that my tears are not so precious? Every tear I drop for them is auspicious Because I drop so much you think their not special Is that why you think they're not so valuable? Now the answer strikes and so I hear the words Judged you and I over spoke to you tonight I can't say that you are wrong or you are right Guest I am and I don't want us both to fight But there's a question that I want to ask and leave And the answer from you I want to receive The people that killed your imam are still alive Instead of dropping tears why don't you go and strive? Your country's land with blood until now being filled Heads are being chopped and many Shia's killed Abis and John both died in a painful way Just like that your people give their lives today Why don't you now go back and give your life and pay I answered back with anger when I threw the word I answered from the strength that's given from the lord The pen that writes my poems is my striking sword I mix my tears with ink and with it comes the verse And hope for them to fly across the universe And hope for them to raise the flags and make them shake And hope for them to crack the bones of crime and break I shall write the words and eyes will always weep I shall write the words and I shall stay awake I change my mind insomnia and will not sleep Just before the blending dawn comes the reply Good for you your love for them will never die I know the words I've said just now will make you cry You can cry and I will never ask you why One request for you and please don't make it fly To your lovely poems don't ever say good bye by Ali Jaber Al Kazemi « return to articles list |