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شهادة من الشاعرة الهندية جويترمايا ثاكور

في تعليق للشاعرة الهندية القديرة جويترمايا ثاكور على احد منشوراتي في الفيس كتيت ما نصه :

(شكرا يا شاعر القرن المبدع الاعظم)
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Algebra of Owls

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A Colored Shadow

She whispers from there:  Where will you find your story?  The violet roses are sleepy, and the mirrors follow the white trees. The birds and the fabled river know that moment which needs a smile and warmth.

I will drown in the yearning sea. I will hug that train where we met sleepy sounds, so from there my story will begin.

She said: the river colors are descending from that balcony and they should kiss the eyes of flower seller. That colored shadow told me: when the moon sleeps in your lids, you will know a new kiss and you will see the cloud flowers.  

The poem was published in Tajdeed lietary magazine: A Colored Shadow

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Arcs: Call for Submission

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The Hoopoe

        

This morning is dark, and when I outspread my hands through the window, the dust slaps their faces. It is a dry dust, like the human soul, and that is a strange thing beside the loud sound of waterfall which wakes the dead up. We see all this dryness despite the birds' song. Isn't it strange?  The hoopoe does not come to our garden any more. He left toward another land, where the warmth. We are a desert, and our hearts are made of sand, so how the hoopoe can live with us.

The most interesting thing, which distracts me in front of all this heap of killing, is the unlucky magicians. How they can daze the visitors? They lost the hoopoe bone. Don't worry; all of us are dazed by the new magicians. They amaze us by making the death and steeling the breeze. They kill our smiles, and every hoopoe brings the truth baskets from a remote lands.