July 2016 – Prachya Review

Poem by Saadi Kawkab

Runu Runu, a keen blown ray; after all the amortise, got come to my yard, tried me to smear with warmth.

Ache flutes Really… I do not reflect on eternity

A night in roam I can hear the voice of the stars in the silence of their thoughts.

HUNTED Like wild animals wailing In a black forest chased Clogged by their trailer

NO MORE TROUBLE Cuban Missile Crisis October 12, 1962 October 28, 1962 It must be that it was intuition

Peregrination I started wandering in streets I don’t know, They don’t even know me The strange streets around myself travel,

DANCE FOR A NEW YEAR The near-midnight streets are littered with the frenzied sales of this day

A-Nostalgic Nothing handy Or handsome To buoy up What’s left of us

Pang and Prayer of a Kafir-in-Exile (An elegy dedicated to the heretic martyrs, who defended our rights to speak)

Flight She sings outside his window the sweetness of spring new life, new home