I don't want to be a poet
My name is Amin. I love writing the truth more than fiction
Me and the girl
She winked at me. Beautiful cunning
So I smiled a crazy smile
And I leave the place. They follow me
where are you going . come back
Do not deserve my eyes poem
I tell her I'm not a poet
You want to hear me
I and you are in contention
You want the bright ring
And I want my homeland antidote
Even the poem when I write it
I say .. is blue eyes
It is the grief of the widows and the elderly
That is the love of a homeland followed by nostalgia
The girl was angry
I finished saying and followed by fear for the children
I'm not a poet, girl
Are simple meanings for people
People abandoned reading
And we are many writers
The girl silenced me and said
Who is your first sweetheart, I said to her
Of course my mother
She said of your second love
I said my country
The girl was surprised and asked me
Who is your third sweetheart?
I told her my writings
And from that day my lover disappeared
Disappeared between dreams and golden bracelets
It is my story. Me and the girl
You think I'm a poet. I'm not a poet, girl
© 2018 tabouche amin