The Poetry of Laila Yaghi

I Envy the trees that sway in the wind
And the moon that is far from human’s reach
The mountains that is distant from the echoes
Of sighs and cries of women in the lonely nights
I envy the dirt that’s been stomped on by all creatures
And the lake that deceives us with its color blue

As for me don’t see colors anymore
I have become color blind

Calamities seem to befall some wherever they go
They envy the dead for they have no worries
Nor feelings or nights full of tears
They gossip about the human’s and how dumb they’ve become
They laugh at the rich who try to get richer
Because soon they too will be dead
They pity the ones who seek fame
And wonder that when the warms eat their flesh
Do they distinguish between the famous and ordinary?
Or between the rich and the poor
To them we are all provisions for them to grow stout
In their little home under the dirt where no one can judge

My shadow echoes what I feel
But hides were no one could ever see
By© Laila Yaghi©

Invisible Tears

My tears flow inwardly so no one can see
The immense pain that has become of me
I dare not complain then must I annoy
Someone who is enjoying his or her life

Can the one who is alive feel with the dead?
And the one who rides the cold and quivers through the night
Is equal to one who is lying warm in bed?

My tears flow inwardly so no one can see
And my cries are mistaken with laughter and smiles
Like a clown that has a smile drawn on her mask
But no one knows what lies beneath that mask

My tears flow inwardly so no one can see
And seep through my veins then mix with my blood
I wait patiently for the night to come
Then hide between my blankets and pray through the night
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I doze for a moment and dream of my son
Then reality kicks in and the nightmares begin
My soul then curses all who have caused
My son to be taken…. away from me

By ©Laila Yaghi©

The land of the free OR the land of the oppressed?

Where is the place that tears seem to end?
And laughter might then begin
The place where the moon can reflect
The smiles of many faces

Where is the place that has no grief?
That shelters one from life’s harsh winds
That blow with windshields below the norm
And freezes one’s nose and earlobes

Like a revolving door
Pain is pushed from human to human
Around… in and out
If pain were a human we all would be murderers
Even the gazelles would soon learn to kill
They are tired of being prey

If the land one is born in has shed so much blood
The Indian, the black, the Japanese
And now the Arabs….
Are being dehumanized, stripped of their rights and terrorized
So is it
The land of the free OR the land of the oppressed
By ©Laila Yaghi©

Our soul has become numb

Like the wind in autumn when it hits the trees
And makes the leaves fall to the harsh ground
The tree shakes itself in relief
And the leaves start their grief

They dry without their mother tree
And are stepped on by all who pass by
Has one even thought to wonder?
That maybe a leaf can feel
The stomp of one’s harsh feet

The numbness of our soul
The selfishness of our hearts
The worries of one self oh me and me
While hundreds die from cold and starvation

Oh you whom your soul has become numb
Think of someone other than yourself

The days come and go so fast
One minute one is a live the next struck by a car and dead
What have you gained from all that you posses?

The earth now shakes from our injustices
And soon it will sit still and become numb