By Ikram Abdelhamid Benzouine
By Ikram Abdelhamid Benzouine
Morocco World News
Rabat, March 5, 2013
All I want is a bird wing
Neither a princess gown, nor a diamond ring,
As I seek ever-lasting liberty
Dearest, wouldn’t you fetch that for me?
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All I want is a snug nest
For my soul and brain to rest,
As I seek a room of my own
Dearest, can’t you afford that home?
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All I want is a fine plume
For my mind to speak and bloom
As I seek refined poetry
Dearest, haven’t you vowed to quench me?
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All I want is a fair ink
With each drop of which a wistful tear would sink,
Right into the gray paper;
Dearest, wouldn’t you permit my sentiments to go deeper?
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All I want is a blank sheet
To blurt out what I could never speak
As I seek audacity
Dearest, am I not supposed to voice my femininity?
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All I want is a modest breakfast in bed
“Good men do so,” Qaisra said
As I seek kind and gentle care
Dearest, would you ever dare?
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All I truly want is… you!
Your cherished company is the magic dew
That rains on my paper and noshes my poetry
Dearest, without you, my words are null and empty
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