Palestine poem
My Mother
By Mutasem Amayreh
After a thousand years of
pain
I came to acquire a name
To announce the start of a new suffering I made the night the day
Off her hands i couldn't let go.
I came to acquire a name
To announce the start of a new suffering I made the night the day
Off her hands i couldn't let go.
Mother!! you are the
carnation that never wilts
I'm the petals you enclose
I'm the petals you enclose
You are the olive tree
Feeling the warmth of your branches around me
Your hands pat so, i sleep
Feeling the warmth of your branches around me
Your hands pat so, i sleep
You'r smile lights so, not
afraid I am indeed
In your face i see the sunrise
Nine months and forever to you I'm tied
The nectar I absorbed
And to charm I cried
In your face i see the sunrise
Nine months and forever to you I'm tied
The nectar I absorbed
And to charm I cried
You are the ocean that
doesn't diminish
The wind that doesn't vanish
The flowing river of tenderness still, you are the most
Don't ask me for a theme
She named me Mutasem
The wind that doesn't vanish
The flowing river of tenderness still, you are the most
Don't ask me for a theme
She named me Mutasem
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