All Roads Lead To Her Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Last night, I stared dreamily at the window
The rain was falling,
like the gentle notes of a love song,
And the treetops were swinging
in the ecstasy of the chilling wind.
Which blew them as if they are the tresses
Of girls running happily in the grassy pastures
Where the raindrops on the green leaves
Remind me of my mother's bosom
Which, like the river, I dip my soul in.
I gazed and gazed at the outside scene
Of the falling rain and the dancing trees.
I felt the raindrops
and my soul felt the watery touch
I felt them all in my longing
for a sleep in her lab
And in every wakeful hour I spend alone.