Oh, the greenness
In the desert…
You are the sign of bravery
You are the mark of subsistence
You challenge the established fate.
But, you don’t have
Enemies in the desert, do you?
Nevertheless, here are
Thousands of enemies
For the greenness of my thoughts
Among the myriads of plants.
It was the words first,
I had been censored,
But now it is
Thorns for self protection
Though it is not necessary for you
But, nature did not offer it to me
Because I was to become a poet.
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I am an Indian poet and artist. I have published 6 poetry collection in English. My website is WWW.JAFARSADIK.COM
(1) Since I’d descended from the tree, I still hold a cactus thorn; It travels into my blood; each time I open my window at a sin, it pricks me into my heart. (2) From the moment he’d left Paradise,
A boy in the sunny day, Was standing on the desert bay, Sunny sunny hot and hot, And the dryness all it got, A cactus was crying over there, Was wetting the soil with his tears, Oh my lad what