The Gift

The Gift

The Gift

What Happened to Us poem
Don't force me not to write poetry. For me, this writing is like a vacuum cleaner cleaning the floor. Without this, I would have gone astray. Poetry in me serves as a preacher for me. The paths I have taken are led by it. Yes, dear, you are the gift that the poetry gave to me.
— Jafar Sadik
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