An Instant That Fills You With Canicule

An Instant That Fills You With Canicule

written by: Walid Boureghda

I am insanely pining for your passion.
How could I live without my docile heart?
My eyes have been affronted out of fashion.
They are quavering with pain and woe apart.
Such a crippling affliction that tinkles.

O my eyes! I can never cease crying.
‘Twas an acrid split for a long lament.
Life has become feeble. There’s no denying!
My joy was an ephemeral detriment.
How could I subdue this desire to winkle?

I am a chaotic field of warfare,
Diverting emotions and despicable people
Are submerged with quietus here and there,
In which love triumphs over the long ripples.
The daylight comes after the crepuscule.

How could I know the genuine salvation?
I can abjure anything but my Lord.
Should I embrace evil and frustration?
Should I feel you when my heart is unborn?
Such an instant that fills you with canicule.

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Walid Boureghda

Walid Boureghda is a 41-year-old Algerian poet, working as an Administrative Executive at Sonatrach-ENI Group. He holds a B.A degree in the English Language and Literature from the University of BATNA in Algeria. He draws inspiration for his poetry from his unceasing love of his beloved wife. He also writes about spreading peace over the world and dispelling hatred and bigotry.

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