Cat’s Cry in the Deep Night
From the corner of the deep
night,
a cry soaked in starlight
flows out.
A lone cat, groping through
the arms of darkness,
searches for its lost heart.
Its cry rides upon the wind,
suckling the nipple of the
moon —
all the world’s longing
seeps into that small voice.
For a moment, silence drapes
the sky.
A mother’s shadow returns,
gathers one fragile warmth
into her arms.
Only then does the night find
its breath.
Yet far away, through Gaza’s
smoke,
beneath the moon stained by
sorrow,
another cat is crying.
Its cry licks the wounds of
the stars and asks —
“Peace, when will you awaken?”
Toward Border less Freedom, Like a
Bird
The
falcon circles above the dark,
and
iron rule
cracks
within
its own fear.
Even
in the heart of ruins,
the
poets of the world
cry
out together—
with
the descendants of Persia.
Now
is the time.
Now
is the time to awaken.
Be
free like a bird,
like
the wind,
like
the clouds—
for
border less freedom.
The Soaring Eagle
A
flock of crows in dark disguise,
With
jealous hearts and spiteful cries,
Ascend
to claw the eagle's flight
But
falter in the blinding light.
They
do not know how high he flies,
Nor
see the wisdom in his eyes.
They
grasp not purpose, strength, or grace
They
only chase what they can’t face.
The
eagle climbs in silent might,
Riding
winds to endless height.
The
crows grow tired, drop one by one,
Their
foolish game is lost and done.
A
noble soul, so pure and wide,
Will
never drift with envy’s tide.
It
walks alone, but walks with fire
On
paths that reach forever higher.
You
are the eagle, calm
and wise,
Above
the noise, above the lies.
You
do not fight with birds below;
Your
silence says what words can't show.
No
answer to their bitter breath,
No
counter to their rage or death.
You
rise instead beyond their call,
Where
only quiet skies enthrall.
They
shriek and flail, they mock and sneer,
But
all dissolve when you draw near.
And
with compassion, not with pride,
You
watch them fall, and gently glide.
The
sky is vast, the stars are few
Not
all who flap can follow through.
So
now I ask, with heart made true
Where
do your wings carry you?
And
where does your spirit settle into?