An Attempt at the Bullet


Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen




I had a heart

When I grew up

My heart turned into a sparrow

Then into a flower,

A word,

A tear,

A piece of bread.

When I became older

My heart turned into a steel bullet,

Cold and smooth.

Once I tried to protest against this change

The warplanes saw my heart from a distance

And sent a rocket at me.

It blasted me from inside

So, I fragmentized fragmentized

Until I saw the sparrow dropping

With one wing,

And I smelt the flower red and red.

With the word, I wrote my tear and bread

And I touched the bullet;

It was as cold and smooth as death.


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