Poem -
The Unsleeping City
The Unsleeping City
I wish to see New York but this is faraway because I am a simple man knows nothing about the baseball. It appears in my dream as a blooming girl. Someday I will accompany a New Yorker poet on Brooklyn Bridge and collect the rain drops from Statue of Liberty. At that moment I will buy "A poet in New York" from Fifth Avenue. Yes, I am a simple Iraqi man but I can see the soul of Empire State from my old waterwheel. Believe me, I am not a big dreamer, but I wish to sleep near the Central Park in that unsleeping city.
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Hello Anwer...
May your dream of going to New York come true...
Some people are crazy and the City never sleeps...
Buildings are tall and there's shopping and great food galore...
Broadway and Central Park...
Muggers and Rapists are popular there...
Wall to wall people everywhere in the Big Apple...
Don't look at anyone when you walk by...
They will think you're going to attack them...
I hope I was helpful...
When you decide to go...
Have a great time!
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Thank you very much dear, it is my pleasure that you like my piece.
Hi Anwer A lovely poem I too would love to go
visit New York it has always been a dream of mine
Very much enjoyed your piece
Best wishes Debs
Thank you very much dear Deborah, I will be in USA in mid 2018 for a poetry festival, I wish to see you in New York.
Aww Anwer That is Great have a lovely time
I would love to be there too
I hope to see a poetical account of the trip on your return (Smiles)
Debs
Sure dear Deborah, especial that my trip is to Hollywood artogrphy house.
I hope you realise your dream,if you do go it will be fascinating to read your potry about the big Apple once you have experienced it first hand.
Good luck and godspeed.
John
Thank you mr John, surely I will do and as a greeting to New Yorkers I will read this poem.
Thank Dblankportrait, but Americans love Rumi with his mantle and turban. May be I am the second Rumi.