Hussein Ali

Hussein Ali

In the bellies of sadness

Night is pouring down with its worries worries uproot the eyes its fangs tear hearts Glitter stars beam of hope gel around wishes Every morning, sun wears its robe to warm our tales Its beam builds the walls of our broken hopes Love sharpens its knife Scattered hopes Torn dreams The spring rivers at its bottom embrace our memories How many times embraced the tears of separation How many times irrigated our barren cheeks Our emotions crumbled from the top of the trees Torn by the tusks of autumn our dreams cry In the pains we drown They suffocate our breaths Words commit suicide memories wrap around our throats Memories flowers Struggling to survive Death is thirsty Seas cannot quench the thirst of death