While she was standing alone <br /> with bare feet in this harsh and cold <br />'Roses, Roses, enlighten your heart' <br /> she used to shout selling out her gold <br />But who cares in the world of agony <br /> to share a laughter amongst the horde <br />Yet, she stands with her dreamy eyes <br /> of a better morrow and of roses sold <br /> <br />'O visitor of the troublesome lands, <br /> what a misfortune lead you into these? <br />Stranger I knew you from the heavy eyes <br /> and its direct looks into the face of fears <br />Amazed of my poverty or my richness? <br /> no fortune but Oh how rich I am with tears' <br />This, she said with a blue heaven above <br /> she kept looking at with a face this heart tears <br /> <br />And when the explosions roam the ears <br /> I went to look into the dreamy eyes of her <br />Yes full of dreams inspite the blackish day <br /> inspite of the gloomy thoughts close and near <br />And when gathered the power to ask for a name <br /> with a tongue paralyzed for a wonder and a tear <br />She replied sweetly in an emotion out of guilts <br /> I am an iraqi girl sir, if that what you wanted to stir<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girl-10/
