Whenever I finish writing an article or a poem, I think to myself, that’s it now, I have said all what I needed to say, I have poked into wasps nests, divulged forbidden topics and delved into taboos, few are willing to touch. I have also expressed the very innermost deepest sentiments and thoughts of my being, I am done now. I am ready to depart. Nothing left to say or to write about.
Lo and behold,
Before I know it
I fall upon a crime
An image of life pulverised
A frozen tear of a beloved child
Stabs my heart
Coils my guts in crazy knots
Rips my soul
Like a dagger piercing into my existence
Like a volcano erupting in my conscience
Like a burning bullet whizzing through my mind
My limbs tremble in agony
My hearts pounds like thunder
I weep of pain
I scream of rage and anger
A poem is born
Other times,
Wondering in my world
I fall upon a dream
A vision tickles my heart
Melt it away, like butter on a hot tray
Like a baby’s hand
Wrapped around my finger
Like a blanket of stars
Embracing my estrangement
Caressing my wounds
Swaying my soul in an ocean of love
Whispering a lullaby of heaven in my ear
I twirl in dazzlement
Wallow in delight
My heart pounds like thunder
My eyes moisten of joy
My limbs tremble in ecstasy and bewilderment
A poem is born
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Poetry for Palestine 
Beautiful. Thank you!
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