[هيثم سعد زيان]

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No news in the horizon
To which i can complain
So, why i am forbidden
To dream about my pain !!

No suggar in the coffee
No station for the train
The life is a trophy
But no sense in the brain

No words in the text
No point above « I »
« Before » becomes « Next »
And « Yes » imitates « Why »

No child in the book
No book in the school
No school in the look
No look in the rule

No time in the watch
No promise on the boon
We wear life as such
Clone « January » from « June »


No breeze on the fruit
The taste seems bitter
Interrogate the root
Since when it is a waiter

No wall in the stone
No town in the street
Who broke the high throne
During the fail of feet!!!

I learn the entire music
To be usually ready
Some where as a picnic
I forget my old body

No girl in the doll
No drawer in the gift
No stadium on the ball
No manner to the shift

No « Me » , except me
Just me on my shoulder
« Do » escapes often « Mi »
To drown its gender

No lemon up the zest
No bottle in the water
No chest near the breast
Sorry! Get down the dagger

Who can solve the puzzle …
Who can stop the imminence…
In the mind , there is a needle
It hurts the eminence!!



Haithem Saad Ziane

Algeria 2009