| by Bilal Hamamra | |
| Published on: Aug 7, 2008 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=21489 | |
| The coldness of my mind is like the idleness of my father Who to his offspring matters gives away Obedience and follow-up of his orders he demands But I by my defiance to him my chronicle win Ay, mother, the burning heart of my poetry You notwithstanding misfortunes befall you To your kids you still yield more and more hope « return. |
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