That year

I hope, it won’t be a year  

Like every year.

I hope that day will come.

When I see my darling wearing

her wedding dress holding my hand 

Our families are standing around us.

An overwhelming joy shades us   

I hope this day will come,

I wear my shirt, my full suit.

My friends, my colleagues, my classmates

They come and sing until the morning.

A crowded house of laughter.

Then I say this is my wife,

my world and my wish.

I hope it won’t be a year

Like every year.

This is the most beautiful year

Happiness is deep inside me

I ask God to be for all of us.

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  • Merhaba Bengisu! Thanks for pressing the like button. 

  • Oi there, folks

       Once Al Saddiq Al Raddi wrote: 

    A Star

    Awoken by light, I scratch the glass
    of dreams, and find myself
    stepping free of shadows and silence.

    In the distance a star was absorbing
    my tiredness, and itself heading like a pilgrim
    towards you, leaving blank its place in the heavens.

    In the green pits of our being our inner
    threads yearn; this radiance, that makes me feel I own
    herds of horses, am as inspired as any knight –

    what is its source? Shocked
    into words, I defied the book-burners, the suffocators
    of thought and feeling, all who’d censor and shroud knowledge.

    And a violet blossomed fiercely in the bosom of the sky.

    Star Woman,
    the memory of our embrace still lives
    in this bed, adjacent to your dreams
    and desires, and near these handkerchiefs
    drenched in your scent.
                                 You woke in the dawn
                                 at three exactly, drowsing,
                                 still dazed…
    Beneath the sounds of your breathing
    lurks a worry: where is your mirror?
    And this droplet of light
    reflecting a passion
    that found a name for everything…

    Under the pillows also, an aroma
    alive and ours – and the long list
    of names we have bestowed
    on this affair. Surely
    a goddess lives there too, the one
    who knows the names of all things.

    I most decisively recommend those who pathetically call their writings "poems" to keep in mind the style, verse rhythm and verse meter of the above mentioned real poet.... 

    • Yak she majch Rysperski. Saddig Alradi is a great famous Sudanese  poet. Many people liked his poems. He associated with different singers.  They changed his poems into beautiul songs. Thanks, Rys for your nice comment .

  •  Mumnoon Saba! I strongly agree with you my respected lady. Nobody denies that. Thanks  for your nice  comment.


    Nice poem!

    Marrage is an important success in life.

  • Nice lines.Good, keep on.

    • Mumnoon ya Tawfeeq! Thanks for your nice words on "That Year".

  • Kiya haal hain, Mishaikh? Aap akthar online nahi hain. I hope you are in good health, my dear respected friend. Please, inform us in case of anything concerning your health. I said that to moderator Onee. It is true that we are far away from each other, but a supplication to Allah can bring benefits. Thanks for your sincere comment on that poem. 

  • Very touchy dara. I a impressed.

    • Shukriya Mishaikh!  Thanks for your sincere words.  

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