My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
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A Lesson In Drawing by Nizar Qabbani | Delete this message When you grow up, my son, and read the diwan of Arabic poetry you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins and the Arabic poem is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers.' - - - - - -When all the beautiful sentiments are vanishing, when pen is giving way to gun, there is no homeland for writers who really care and weep for the loss of humanity.A wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.
Powerful and sentimental at the same time. Thank you for sharing
The brush trembles in my hands and I sink, weeping. A very powerful and sensitive poem shared. 10++++ for the sharing. It's a message written with trembling hearts too. It deserves being selected. Thanks and Congrats Nizar for it. Regards. Subhas
Awww this is so sentimental and reflective Great diction! !
A wonderful dialogue between the father and son so beautifully portrayed in this poem. So much of learning, philosophy of life! I loved the poem. Heartiest congratulations Nizar. Truly deserving! A full vote
Reflection of a fragmented world. Shameless assault on humanity Succinctly captured in the poem with its painful denouement. Thanks a lot, Dear Poet.
Armed religion! ! With the muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A picture of today's world depicted here truly but with great imagery and emotion.......thanks for sharing
I'm out of words, things were beautiful and real back then but now we can't tell the differences, we can tell right from wrong, everything is mixed, good with evil, light with darkness. Truth with error, well said Sir
I want to weep too upon reading this poem: so powerful, so true and human in human desperation about what is happening in our world and in your own homeland, Nizar. I join with your pain and despair and yet this poem brings home a message to all the children in the world: Poetry has a voice. Poetry is also an instrument of peace in the midst of chaos, unmeasureable suffering of people caused by wars, corruption and hate. Smile and share your life and hope.
Amazing metaphors to breathe passionately!