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الإسم:    Kamil-shrazin-ban

your poetry and essays(political/social). How is your brother? Did I not tell you that my comment would work as an amulet protecting you from those Mesopotamians writing strange comments? Where is Salah Haithany? I am hunting for him across the seven continents? Do you know? Thanks Elaph for helping Mesopotmian Diaspora.

الإسم:    Wasif Shanoon

thnks Poetry belong our selfs Australia lovely land to live as human.

الإسم:    Kamil Shrazin-ban

I forgot to mention in my previous comment that this poem should be considered as an equine poem, dealing solely with horses. It is the first poem of its kind. How elgant the horse tail is! Thanks

الإسم:    Kamil Shrazin-ban

A lot of Mesopotamians will jump on this poem/poet and start writing all kinds of comments. I said to myself this morning, whenever I write my usual comment on anything, people do not write anymore comment on that thing. Well, this is based on my experience.If you have a doubt, go check it for yourself. Therefore, I said: let me write this comment. Let me give Mr. Wasif an amulet/vaccine against others.By reading my comment today on Wasif, never will anybody write anything anymore. Let this pray be heard. May this prayer be heard/answered/listened to in all layers of heaven where god(s) reside/slumber. This is a question for Wasif, how is life there in Australia? Is it easy to make money/get barley bread? Do you still see the shadow of Salah Haithany claiming that all modern poetry emanating from him/his tent? Is it true that you once divorced poetry and then you came back to it? I and God are synonymous. Sir, yes, Sir, I mean Almighty God. We both were born in Mesopotamia. We both sip tea in the morning. We both chock when we swallow fish bones. We both have wrinkled scrotums. We both breathe the evening breeze touching the surface of Euphrates. We both like to see people believe that we exist... Thanks Wasif for inspiration.Thanks Elaph