Letter from a Leaf
by Anbar Bikr
About the cruel autumn
In that cold, dark place
Trying to escape
From nothingness to nowhere
I have been sent
As a messenger of pain
To convey a letter
Too soaked in blood
Too soaked in blood
That it cant be read
Thus I have been sent
To speak of suffering untold
But you will not believe me
As in little crumps i am
Trampled by foot trespass
Ignored by major mass
Yet I have to explain and say
About the merciless wind
That lashed our backs and swayed
Trying to crush our beings
Forced... slammed against mesh
Dragged on rough course
Hammered against walls
And strange electric floss
I was flown to the green
To the barren, to the blue
To mountains, to snow, to sands
And names i didn't know
In every nook and every corner
I smelled ash, I smelled rubber
I boarded water and lost in course
My very own color
And cruel traits beat through
Until every bit of this very me
Begged restlessly for some mercy
Yet so, the tongue refused
No, its not my pride
That stopped me thus
Its the pride of the creed
That sores me un-freed
Finally as the wind gave way
And left me alone, I wish
To talk of the coming spring
That will soon invade
Looking heaven wards i call on
To the powerful, Almighty Lord
More than death is just in wait
And glory to Thee, as into dust I turn...
Published by
Dar Al Murabiteen publications
Subject: Letter from a Leaf 
Thu Sep 24, 2009 11:15 pm
