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My lady, I want you as a political uprising In the streets of my feelings, Revolt against me As people do with a dethroned king
I want you to be A violent storm, a rebel... a crazy gypsy... pull me from my roots, extract me out of my tyranny extricate me from sadism.
Don't you know that love is a mutiny which does not know the taste of slavery, a violent war doesn't submit to any truce, an erupting volcano inflaming forever.
I become weary of your stagnancy, impatient of your empty sights. fed up with your frozen feelings. I wonder who you are. Are you a pre-Islamic idol? Of pharaoh mummy, or may be an ice age mountain? Why don't you utter "NO", "WHY" or "NEVER"? Are they removed from your vocabulary? Why aren't you neither shrewd like Eve, Nor disloyal like all women? Don't you search for freedom?
Are you a stagnant swamp, which has no sign of life? Are you just a mirror reflecting my actions, Or a well echoing my speech, a mute antique rock?
My lady, I am the master of the sea of love Be a savage pirate. I am a falcon flying in the deserts, Be a killing sand storm. I am life itself, Be my definite death. I am the reckless devil of poetry My lady, disbelieve in me.
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سياسية 17/5/1993
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