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One late afternoon
When I was
On my usual stroll
Through
The comfortably
Crowded streets of Ibb*,
The Green Governorate:
A raindrop
Randomly fell
On my forehead
And it was a surprise
To see the sky
Without a fleck of cloud!
“Is it going to rain?”
“I don’t think so,” said she
Who has always
Been walking
Beside me.
Then what was that?
Today I travel back
To know what was that
That day walking
Down the track
I had a feeling
Of displeasure.
An infinitesimal globe
Of life: a raindrop
Fell on my forehead
And conveyed quietly
A message of hope
Caressing me
To go ahead and heed
The bell
That marks the end
But as well
Of the start
Of a new period…
Note:* Ibb, the Green Governorate, the Republic of Yemen |
