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In The Diaspora Unable to Sing,I Want To Come To Thee

Updated on September 10, 2013

Beyond verdant hill
in Jordanian land
an old man in tatters
with hair like a stream frosed over in winter
and furrowed face like ploughed land left for long without rain
sat down
hand on a cane trembling but desperately teaming,
weeping silently on a rock;
remembering pearls of Palestine:

Yaffa, land of oranges,
where he used to lounge with friends
under a shady tree in summertime
and fly kites high over tops
when the wind in autumn blew
escorting old aged flesh of leaves from fig trees to public rugged roads
where donkey carts passing every day carrying loads,
women water pots on their heads
and kids wooden boards underarms

Galilee,land of the miracles,
where the Anointed fed five thousand mouths
with two fishes from its blessed sea
and stilled the tempest when the waves nearly covered the little vessel

Haifa,land of sweeping plains
and shaded lanes
still engraved in his mind
despite all the years that had been passed
One day he will visit with branch of olive tree
between lips
and hummingbirds hovering above
the place where he met his beloved,lovely angel
may God rest her soul in peace

Jerusalim,holy land,
city of Vergin ,
First Qiblah ,
Site of Night Journey and Ascension
Still exudes the prophet 's odor
and the sound of swords clashing decades
to liberate pigeons from Crusaders fists
Still echoing in the narrow streets of its ancient quarters.
where his relatives used to live
and walk upright with dignity and history
Now scattered
they are
pieces in the air
pieces on the ground
some in jails writing poems about freedom on the walls,
some in streets throwing stones,burning tyres
some in fields, stolen by rootless band,
working as slaves to feed hungry little mouths left behind
at the crack of the dawn.

His mouth now on the verge of openning but unable to sing.
Eyes full of the ocean but unable to close
and barricade floodgates.
Mind stacked and stuck in a rut but full of plans,
plans about the roads he has to take to return.
In bits,a bolt from the blue,he uttered;
Yaffa, my cherised home;
In the diaspora unable to sing;
I want to come to thee.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Truly wonderful James ;your talent is certainly shining through here. Amazing and I vote up for sure. Enjoy your day and here's to many more hubs for us both to share on here.

      Eddy.

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Eddy,my dear chwaer:

      Thanks so much for your insight and encouraging words.I appreciate that.

      Have wonderful day!

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Dear Tijani,

      I believe your ex was so right about your accent and I am so glad you read your own poetry here, wow, how awesome and I do not know that anyone else has done so here on HP, could have, but I do not know of such ...

      You are truly a most gifted poet and as Eddy commented above, your talent is shining through here. I know we have different beliefs; however, you are most gifted.

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Faith,

      I am really so blushed,I dunno what to say but thanks a lot for this beautiful comment.Yeah,we have different beliefs but we are similar in many things.I think it s time for this world to set aside our differences and focus on our similarities.

      If only I have Microphone so voice will sound better :)..If you wanted to do the same ,just follow the YouTube instructions when you click on Upload .Give it a shot lol

      Hugs,Tijani

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      That is truly a lovely thought, dear Tijani ... setting aside our differences for we are all just humans, and I know it sounds corny, but the answer is so simple ... love.

      I will have to think on just exactly how to make a receipe video, LOL ...yikes, not good quality? Oh, well, about the microphone; however, your accent came through just fine in your video. Are microphones expensive?

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Your answer doesn't sound corny .It s beautiful and direct to the point.You know love can abridge all the gaps and hate can not drive out hate.

      Here ,I think it is cheap because our markets are bo..m..barded by Chinese products lol

      Hugs,Tijani

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Amazing, this is the first longer poem I have read from you and it was well written. You have created a meaningful hub. Jamie

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      jhamann,

      Thanks so much for the visit and comment.I have others longer than this:)

      Have a nice day there!

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