Save me, my sky

Rain where I burn

And put out the fire of separation

In the mornings of meeting…

AL-Dulaimi, a poetess from Iraq, shares her poem

Ahmed Al-Dulaimi was born on June 06, 1970 in Baghdad, Iraq. She has been writing poetry since childhood. She wrote poetry of all kinds, in classical Arabic and dialect, as well as the thought and the story. She participated in school events but fate wanted to change her path. She stumbled and could not be able to complete what she started. That is how fate willed it. After several years, she returned to writing with passion. “Soul rest and poetry runs through my veins,” she says. She has many contributions in Iraqi and Arab magazines and newspapers, print and electronic. She has received many electronic honors. Al-Dulaimi is an official in the Arab Writers Association.

Tigris River and Baghdad City – Photo courtesy: Wikipedia

THE ROSES

(Fragments of a poet’s obsession)

You call me a lover,

Then you complain about the fine?

And I’m really obsessed, in my hobby.

Do you see my heart’s guidance?

Who I am…  

Do you see my pulse being fair?

When the eyes yearn.

Is love a fire?

Ribs are burning hot

Or sparks of suspicion.

My mother, Joy, is the reason for the dark nights

A fire that exhausted my heart

Madly in love…

Is love

A sad flute tune

Or the wailing of the heart, enchanted

The scent of jasmine emanates from it.

He played the sighs like coal and was burned to the point of groaning.

The pulse whispered a lot and was evident in

Lovers’ longing.

Is love a crime?

Thirsty in spirit,

I hope for harmony

When we come running to him

We drink the cup with longing

Passion ignites a flame.

How did they say love?

May his home be peaceful!

Or is love a sin?

When he spoke to a phantom from the land of Laila, he was infatuated,

Or do you see the fault of the poem?

A poet sang about his night, oh

He infused the soul with a flood like his distant visions.

Then he sang it with love.

Save me, my sky

Rain where I burn

And put out the fire of separation

In the mornings of meeting…

And make me happy

From the nectar of love until

We stay drunk all night.

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