When the Earth Cries

by. Al-Hanoof Muhammad

He read my poetry

And so I become owned by him

He read my poems deliberately

And I began to love myself more

I discovered

That I miss love a lot

I have a new sweetheart

His age is one year and one month and six days

My advice to him

Is to love with devotion of qais

Never to be unfaithfull

For I know the taste of betrayal very well

It resemble the fire of trees

When a tree is burnt

The earth cries copiously

I harbour vindictive feelings against man

It orders its granddaughters the roses

To stick their thorns

In his fingers

But he does not care

And pulls the roses from their roots

And they also cry

And so

He would have betrayed

The tree, the earth, and the rose