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My Work - PoetryEntrappedBecause I have realised that poetry achieves nothingAnd that I have slaughtered my heart with poetry And every time a new poem is born, I die a little I have sworn to write no more * * * * * Because I have realized that poetry is devastating, like your love For both lift me at times to the zenith And at others toss me into beds of thorns I have sworn to set myself free, To tear up my dreams, To crush my pens, To banish love And to lay a bed in my eyelids for sleep ... I have decided all this Yet, I am still entrapped. I continue to weave the words And my heart still hovers around your bewitching beauty And yet I continue to dream Of plucking roses without thorns Oh for my poems and for your love! Dubai, 1981 |
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