My Poem : I am...


I am silent, and I am speaking; like the lines of a
book

I am seated and I am in movement, like a straw on a
river



I am laughing and I am weeping, my work is like that
of clouds

I am straight and I am bent like the hairs of the
beloved



I am in union with my sweetheart, and I am deprived
of her union too

I am thirsty and I am drowned like the treasures
below the sea



I am clear and I am hidden, like a sun in the clouds

I am free and I am imprisoned like the fragrance of
a rose



I am in plenty and I am rare, like the words of the
beloved

I am fed-up and I am thirsty, like the lovers,
re-united but sleepy



I am burning and I don’t make any sound, wonderful
like a candle

I am in chains, and I am in movement like the nature
of time