Poem: She doesnt love me, but oh I love her so .. (Kuwait)


Gazing up at the sky, on a regular summer day

Was a young man, wearing a green shirt lined with a shade of grey

He was sobbing and crying by the sea, why, I didnt know

“Must be a girl”, i thought, but little did I know

“Chin up, son.  Im sure it cant be that bad

We’ve definitely had it harder, come on then, be a good lad”

He looked up at me, a handsome man, with a face as white as snow

Tears flowed down his cheeks, like a river, but of sorrow

“She doesnt love me sir” he pleaded, “Why I wish Id know

I would gladly give my life for her, oh, I love her so”

“Come my son, dont cry, no girl is worth these tears

I havent seen a man as a miserable as you, over a girl no less, in all my 80 years!”

“A girl?” He wondered “Whatever drives your thinking?

Im crying over my land, sir, Kuwait .. its bleeding, its sinking”

“Come now my boy” I said “Kuwait is filled with riches!

Look at our houses, our cars, our land, dont be naive and burn your bridges

If you care not for material, at least be happy for your health”

“What about the health of my little boy, who will grow to know no wealth

We are a land that survived a war, a people with great pride

We used to educate not only our sons, but the lands far and wide!

We used to instill fear in our opponents, especially on those green pitches

We now have leaders in places of power, when they are better off doing our dishes!”

“Come my son, you must calm down, dont let people hear you speak like this

Go home to your wife and son, my boy, tuck them in and give them a kiss”

“Why do you sound so afraid, sir, for what I question is naught but ours

Since when do we stay at home, quietly, and watch the thievery for hours

Months, and years pass us by, as we watch our children grow

In a land I do not recognize anymore, filled with grief, sorrow and woe

This land may have been great at times, that were closer to your ages

But I know not these times, my dear sir, they are nothing but history, written in pages

I cry, sir, everyday because I know not where to go

I know now she does not love me, but oh I love her so.. “

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  1. Flake November 26, 2013 at 4:08 am #

    Bravo wla kalam jmel oo bl9amem. Alla ya7me ilkuwait mn kil 6ami3 ib 5ayratha.

  2. Hussain November 26, 2013 at 5:13 am #

    Wonderful & amazing. I been deeply moved by the images the poet made.

  3. Nada November 26, 2013 at 10:15 am #

    Beautifully said

  4. Dalal November 26, 2013 at 11:44 am #

    Brought tears to my eyes, you have captured all the frustration and fear in our hearts for our country and our worries of our future…bravo!

  5. Sulaiman November 26, 2013 at 4:43 pm #

    wow, this is amazing man, well said

  6. SoooMa November 26, 2013 at 6:52 pm #

    ما شاء الله عليك…بدعت الكلمات روعة و بالصميم
    صح لسانك

  7. 3meel iran November 27, 2013 at 10:14 am #

    Absolutely beautiful well written and may i say well painted too. Art and wisdom rarely come out of Abdullah together :p but when they do its a pleasure 🙂

    • DrQ80 November 27, 2013 at 1:16 pm #

      Safe to say its clear who this is :p

  8. Salem Alaqel November 27, 2013 at 10:18 pm #

    Love it!

  9. balqees November 28, 2013 at 2:45 pm #

    great job abdulla .. gorgeously written poem


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