Lightning laughs in the room of the murdered /Fathi Mahadbi

Lightning laughs in the room of the murdered .
Translated by  the syrian poet : essam zodi

Lightning that gifted me
His green wing …
Many and invisible hands
To distribute urns of light for the blind ..
What if I was given a dagger
To kill the beast?
Which lives deep inside  me
Before the poor fall
From the imagination swing ..
I am the stone eager
To the sun of love ..
But lightning will break
His fingers
And laughs loudly In the murdered’s room.

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