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My Dialogue with the Painting of Dr. Alaa Basheer
Look into the depths of a shattered head,
The lines intertwine like thorns,
Dancing in the corridors of blue shadows,
Where silence clashes with the moan of souls.
O fading conscience,
You who have become a cloud pursued by the winds of conflict,
Do you dwell in the prisons of memories?
Or swim in the swamps of lost dreams?
Heads merge with the roots of the earth,
Turning into branches without features,
As if they are trees searching for the fruit of truth.
O you who are lost in the forests of noise,
Your lines have been colored in black and blue,
As if you scream without a voice:
"Where are you, O hidden light?"
Chains coil around the neck of the dream,
Yet the soul dances in the spaces of the unseen,
Searching for a conscience turned into the rubble of fear.
O human of today,
Do you still hear the steps of your burdened conscience?
Do you still touch the face of truth in the mirror of distortion?
The search is long like the paths of the wind,
But if you walk through the alleys of the self,
You will realize that conscience is not absent,
It is you, in your deep self, waiting.
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Poem by Her Royal Highness Princess
Donia Sahab – Iraq
The Painting by the World-Renowned Visual Artist Dr. Alaa Basheer
