I d like to come to you
But, our streets are red
And I do not have
But my white dress.

I loved my grandmother,
But she devoted herself to the family.
I loved my mother,
But she devoted herself to my father.
I loved my father,
But he devoted himself to the war!

Spare Flower    

The African night is beautiful,
In fact, it is divine’
Says the lady, visiting Iraq.
So I announce
I am the one leaving with your ignorance,
With minimum skin and a fractured soul.
The city is an adjective
And I have only my words.

This life eliminates the vocal paths from your being.
There is only departure
And my name was fitted to me.
I became the trustee of verse,
The spare flower;
The one talented in what has not yet been written.
No.
It never was
And never will be
That I form poems for you,
Grow them inside you,
Or write them in coercion.
So beat as you wish.
I am done with living in denial
I choose another life.
Madam,
my bed and the graveyard of my joy;
I crave with my longing the scent of water
but its stench pushes me away
to the gloom of the snow of Afyon,
the coughing of its chimneys,
the doubts of its elderly’s stumbling steps,
and squeals of the bones of trees
.
Translated by Dikra Ridha

Afyon is a town in the mountains of Turkey; it is where the poet was exiled.
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It is published in (ScreaminMams) magazine march 2016
© Copyright 2016, by Faleeha Hassan. All rights reserved under the Copyright laws of the United States of America and international copyright agreements.  No portion of this book maybe reproduced in any form, electronic or otherwise, without written permission from the author.    Email:  d.fh88@yahoo.com

A teacher said:
"The only constant
In the cosmos
Is Change."

A student asked:
"And what of Being?"


- fr

Free thought path
through twilight of faith
- wake to gold



- fr

Genial artist
deer roaming mountain meadow
merge in pastels


- fr

This woodland
differs by lack of
Nothing.

Backward on the road
lies the stifling Void -
granted safe haven
behind complex cosmetics -
crass trivialities -
and labeled
"the real world."

Here, in the forest,
there is only
Incorruption.

No effort
is required
to breathe.


- fr

Never feel you have to apologise for your faith, child,
it was my doing, I led you with bonds of love, into a seeming desert,
but you and I both know, this seeming desert is where we are increasingly , becoming one.