By Ahmad Al-Khatat

 

The rooves of memories are dusty
as much as the rooves of my dreams 
even when my heart beats like a 
wild animal and never dies in my mind

My mother’s first cookie tasted of strong 
grief, since then I understood the 
reasons why my baby was endlessly crying
as he now knows that he was born,

He was born to die with a civilian’s uniform 
and never look beyond the sunset.
The baby girl now knows she will always 
be a widow, and the uncrowned queen

Autumn leaves in Montreal have fortunes,
but in Baghdad they have wheels of misfortunes 
while orphans sing along with ashes of 
angels in heaven fall in the sea of lost freedom

 

Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.

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