by ahcene mariche
Night words are like butter
They melt at the breaking of dawn
I advise you the virtuous!
Never rely on them!
Go to seek for your happiness
Beware of lack of will and laziness
Hearing soft words
Leads to a deep sleep
Once you close your eyes
You see in drams
Were you are drawn
By such suit words
They have the power
Of transforming mounts to valleys
Added to impatience they build
Castles made of sand
So they soon crumble away
Don’t give importance
To what is meaningless
And avoid using a sieve
To draw water, use it
Mother, to sort out matters
Be wise and patient
Even if nights last long
You ought to look for
The end of the string
Know that friends are scarce
Whereas enemies are plentiful
With words everything
Seems to be easy
They let us become merchants
We go up until we reach summit
Then we forget the fall
And we sew pieces to clothes
Which don’t cover big holes.
ahcene mariche
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ABOUT THE POET ~
My name is Ahcène Mariche. I was born on February 21, 1967 at Tala Toulmouts in the town of Tizi Rached east of Tizi Ouzou in Kabylia, Algeria., Born in a poor family but jealous of its cultural, and helped by heredity being that my maternal grandfather Ali n Said was a popular poet, I’m poet in kabyle language. But my works are available in different languages.
Last updated September 19, 2011