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POETRY
The Shams Story
In search of my lost childhood
The clock strikes 4
Shams stands by the door
Waiting for his treasured
Fun-Uncle
To arrive
Mother leaves Shams
Placing her trust in her
Brother
Greeting fun-uncle
Shams sits with the
Pile of chocolates
Grabbing the person
He believes will
Keep him safe
Mother plucks roses
By the garden and leaves
To worship
To seek blessings
To pray for her son, shams
An hour later
Mother returns
Shams sits in a pool of
Chocolate wrappers
His bottom soaked
In blood spots
Rose petals by the bookshelf
Shredded, lifeless
The flower reminding
Shams of his being
The name Shams means Sun in Arabic.
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