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Lone, The Poet
Nacima Ferrad |
Lone, what an alien word!
Though 'alien' is not for people like me
For lonesome did cradle me since I cast
Solitude, the first mother I beheld.
Have I ever suffered thus?
Oh, yes I have
Alone cryin' with no gaze met
Alone walkin' with no sympathy to wet
Only me and I, I and me
The years passed and passed
And still no wink of eye
No even a torchin' light
Awaiting me
Nor a human sigh
To relieve me
'Till that day when I saw that light
That celestial light
A light that solely a divinity angel can provide
The Light of Words
The pleasure they bring
The mercy, the power, the beatitude!
There I was no longer alone
There I recast as infant, cradled by new mother
Whenever I grieve, they are there to appease
Whenever I'm sole and sad, there they rush to save
Finally I found my dearest friend, my absolute happiness
I found shelter, I found God!
This solitude that mocked me for so long
I raise my face thus to mock;
I stand brave to her to laugh as high as I can
How many times has she tried to hug me?
To touch and embrace again, but in vain
As she soon fades as I cry strong to her;
I'm none of you;
I am of a mad fantastical world,
Full of characters and colours: I'm a poet!
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