A haughty man I might have been
When no one previously dared to stand.
Shortly leading them by the hand,
I unawares missed the has-been
And here unexpectedly appointed by the sand.
Alas, my hopes are dashed, some might say,
For I never knew it was decreed in my fate.
But this is the deserved price one might pay;
Then I would become what I am at any rate.
This is what loyal friends of mine hate.
I shall always tell you this with great remorse
As in my room there is some force.
It is through which I still survive;
My story is but a specimen of other lives.
The trek is still a great dream
Down the Draa stream
There I for long stand holding that book.
Of which no one yet knows it is mine by hook or by crook;
In it I told but the plain truth.
I a mere passer-by;
My pupils I bade goodbye,
And the trek at last did continue .
Ooooh my God, what a poem !!!!! it's really really fantastic Omar, I need a dictionary to realise it's meaning hh lol really, it is wonderful and deserves reading once and more !! Thanks a looot my brother and good luck Best regards, Yours Laila
ReplyDeletehello Omar
ReplyDeletewhat I want you to observe is the fact that you are too poetic than poets themselves. the thing i dreamt of myself is to be a poet or a writer with heavy round glasses, but the moment i realized that this is a dream and that dream serve to wish-fulfil, i dropped the idea and became what i am now: simply a ESSADIK HAKIMI.... simply a number in a register in CPR, police station and election offices.....but not a poet
dear Omar thanks for your great poem which is from a great poet.frankly speaking it is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fantastic iam nadia
ReplyDeleteDear Omar,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you have reached such a level of writing. I really congratulate you, cousin. You should know that you are the ONLY one in my family who is respectfully erudite and is clearly lightening his life with the lamp of intellect.
Hicham