By Hadhami Walhazi – Tunis
She visits many old faces.
Some of them are quite quiet,
Exotic, yet exhausted,
With a sorrowful odour,
That cannot be identified.
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Those stone-like unknowns
Are crying his death
Announcing the time of
Perishing civilization,
Burying love,
And planting fears.
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Like a stranger, she walks
Between the black long shades
Thinking about his unknown destination.
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That winter day,
An apocalyptic sun
Is lowering down,
Announcing the heavy onus
That should be carried.
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The warm home becomes
A blue meaningless house.
She becomes invisible like a mirage.
She wants to have the same voyage.
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Her father, He was
… Hers,
Her hope,
Her heaven,
Her happiness,
Her everything.
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Under the sacred moon,
An unstinted nimbus,
And a bright aureole
Are surrounding his
Slumbering body.
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It puzzles her to believe
In his sudden death
In her daddy’s death
It burns her to face
The necessity of his death.
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Refusing this unfair destiny,
Rebuffing their mourning,
Rejecting his great loss,
She steps with serious pace
Towards her imago in the mirror.
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She gazes at her reflection,
Waves of woes widen from within,
Hardly she, discovering
The bleak environment around,
Feeling dismembered,
Recognizes her new
Lonely uprooted self.
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Her echoed screams are
Followed by despairing sobbing.
Outside, nature is weeping, too.
The thunder’s boom does not cease,
The storm’s roar does not stop,
Yet, it moves inside her head.
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She furiously passes
In unceasing movement
In search of unity,
Looking for security,
Asking about meaning:
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‘Life is a dispute between
The paper and a pen
Death is the ink of that pen,
Which blackens the paper.
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No more to think have I,
Blue tears, stop darkening
My dreadful day.’
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Barely she recognizes
The endless essence of the end.
She turns her face and sings
Until light go away.
She closes her eyes and writes
Until her heart slip away.
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