Refugee

مدونة اشعار شعر وادب ,قصائد,شعر عاميه,شعر فصحى,نزار قبانى,فاروق جويدة,هشام الجخ,عمرو قطامش,معانا هتلاقى كل الشعراء


I would like to share some of the poetry I've written recently
I would like to hear your comments if possible

Refugee

I was seven
On that gloomy day
We were to leave at gunpoint
But I couldn’t flee without my marbles
Under the fig tree
Buried under a rock
My secret place
They smelled like soil
I counted them
One,two,three
Mother, father and me
I left with my parents
And didn’t look back
I felt that my heart would crack
Years and years
Past and died
I visited places
Far and wide
But now as I brush my snowy hair
I ask my self
And wonder
Remember and ponder
I feel like a stranger
People think that I'm a danger
Oh how I wish
And how I pray
I was those marbles
How much were they?
Yes!
One,two,three
United with the ground
Mother father and me