Under the Rain
We shall meet in winter
At the rail station...in Baghdad:
Wet and shivering,
Under the rain,
Migrated from the farthest south
At the corner of the Gulf.
Nestless; we've lost our home.
We've lost all the addresses
Of our friends.
There remained alone
Known to no one but the rain.
The Sun
Lest it should be celled
The sun balled its face,
A prisoner .. within its light.
But, when released,
Colourless eyes it became,
-- Positive electrons-
Burning its cores ..
Devouring its light buds.
When will you be, O, Sun,
As in the dreams of those
Who own no overcoats?
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