Wound Painter
Royal Club for Literature and Peace
Wound Painter
Dr. Abd. Ghafar Bahari.
Wound Painter.
I do not have anything
I only have words
only beautiful words for you
I want to turn it into poetry
when the lotus is in the pond
growing red
I have a little color
to paint my nature green
sweet smile
but i fell to the ground
my brush is broken
my kanbas is torn
where only
sew your own wound
I'm just an ordinary person
painting in the dark
without lights just miss
I'm waiting for beautiful whispers
cold wind gripping
silver white moon is missing
drowning in the navel of the cloud
Just the beat of the night birds
sob sad
this longing is overflowing
become leaves become trees
stopover for birds
tired
pass
come and go
will see
my twig is broken
fell and wasted.
Poetry and Painting By Dr. Abd. Ghafar Bahari.
Malaysia.
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