Genre - Poetry. You are on the page - 379
Half or more of this world knows what its like to not have a father around, even if he is still alive. Whether there was a divorce, he just left, or he was hauled off to jail this is how they are left feeling.
Just a poem I wrote. I rather like it. Do you? And yes I know. I've shamelessly posted it all over the internet.
...When you sit down at him, you lose all your expectations : he is a man who tells you about the last scientific inventions, teachers you lessons about computerβs websβ¦ He is a poet who talks about Globalization with a scholar mind β¦then in a flash, he surprises you by a poem or almost a poem. The wordβs magic, images, originality, expressionβs recency and worldsβ madness, which contain all those knowledges, troubles and grieves, make you confused. Kamel Riahi
A short collection of poems that journey through the constant weight and babble of my brain.
Verse, honeydipped and lovingly glazed.
