مش مهم ...لكن ....

Not important...but...anyways, FYEO

Are you going to quibble over the knits and picks?

the broken plurals, the dual words, the dots and flicks

like the chaps pour and ponder over cups of tea

leaves and dregs and spider legs and eternity 

Will you turn and tip and dip the translucent bowl?

into the nibs shake out the drops unfurl the scroll

and shake your head over sore how empty they fall

or just be pleased on your knees that they fall at all

Will you write the love and the pain from hearts to tips

from right to left, or stand alone like proud aliphs

it doesn’t count what tongue you choose, all love’s a gift

both love and pain die in the end, too slow or swift

Write left to right, or right to left, the way you must

the pen and pain, they dry too soon, love ends in dust.