The nursery of life a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

The nursery of life

 

In the cycle of life, we age and grow old every day, and to dust we return.

And in the balance of truth to the fairest is life forever.

There in the stillness of the night, where the music of the celestial beings are grandeurs, celebrations where we drink from cups flavored with Yemeni coffee.

In the early morning, I wake up to the sounds of birds of paradise and nightingales.

And recall the history of beloved Yemen. Then listened to the song ‘Difficult Path’.

War is ruining, destructive and something flawed.

Finally, the curse on the merchants are where leaders of the war are disgraced by their citizens.