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Poem by Kazhal Ibrahim Khedir
I wrote a poem for the sky –
The earth got mad at me.
I wrote a poem for the sun –
Cloud hid itself from me.
I wrote a poem for the rain –
Hail fell down on me.
When I wrote a poem for my beloved,
They came and dug a grave for me.
(translated by Bakhtiar Rasheed)