میراث

Legacy

My ancestors,

with their memories,

dreams, journeys

and enchanting tales

adorn my walls at home.

 

Yet I come from another era,

where dreams are shattered

than conceived,

where promises are broken

than kept,

where people live and breathe

in their own sagas

of long gone fantasies.

 

I come from a village

whose inhabitants

robbed by their lords,

every now and then,  

 harvest a handful of withering hopes.

 

 

Looking back,

 I see half-a-century behind me,

and a lost generation,

who even witnessed

its home splitting.

 

What I’ve got from this inheritance

is delusion of fading destinies,

pieces of sacred covenants,

and Lilliputians living in tall mansions,

whose foundations 

still smell blood and sweat

of nameless men and women.

 

Now that I see cracks

on my rusty walls,

and watch the beams

collapsing,

I wonder,

would they be my only legacy?

 

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  1 comment for “میراث

  1. alqaria@gmail.com'
    whh
    January 20, 2013 at 2:56 am

    Very nice…

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