(When someone is born deaf and blind, life is analogous to living in a sensory deprivation tank.) All motion dissolves in the blackness That his eyes have taken eternally. He lies in that forlorn tank, his body covered With a thin layer of salt, then and now, Released from water. Carson waits for a touch…
The finest sheets remained in shops, riches were not had. In what we lacked in goods and gold were found in love by dad. His voice was deep and baritone, he kept his east coast twang. His songs of choice were those in which, the country boys had sang. His life was simple, his hobbies few, his pleasures scant indeed. Yet his love…
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- DADDY’S BIRTHDAY
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- STILL ALIVE
POEM ON – THE DEPARTED
Name of the poet – OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- CHILDHOOD
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- HEAD TOWARDS THE SKY
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- A REVERIE
POEM WRITTEN ON – DEATH, MORTALITY
