Ibtihal Mahmood

There is a land, far away and mysterious,
A land filled with antiquities and statues,
A land of secret parties and strong women.
It is a land of continuous war and
outstanding celebrations!

A land that Lama wrote about :

"Imagine if I kissed you secretly
Then whispered to you:
Dont tell anyone!
Do you like the tale?
And imagine if you walked away,
with your kiss, like a curse:
Sleeping no more,
Eating no more,
Drinking no more,
Fishing for the sound of the kiss
And once upon a poem, on a night of
a full treason, I abandoned you.
What would you do?
Now that you are the (hostage) of a kiss!
You ask me:
Why do you write about love, are you amorous?
Do you know that I kissed home secretly?
Do you know that home is (hostage)
to numerous kisses,
And treason is not a habit of the yearning?"