12232104873?profile=RESIZE_400x

In Abla's home is a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph. D.
I went to Abla’s home to search for a hero named Antara.
But I only saw walls, barriers, and a rainbow tilting in the sky above the village.
And I found Abla sleeping alone, on her left cheek.
Moreover I found the Arab tribes themselves in separation and conflict that the era was unable to resolve.
Then I realized that the time of Antara had passed forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

E-mail me when people leave their comments –

You need to be a member of poetsofottawa3 to add comments!

Join poetsofottawa3

Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)