The Arabian Bedouin poet is naive ,he tries to express his feelings with spontaneity and naturally .His words come out of his heart ,mind soul and innocence .
The one l love , you are not getting near,
And l can’t get closer to your tent day or night.
l am like a new chick in a little boy’s hand .
He squeezes the chick between his fingers.
Causing the chick to taste death’s bitter agony.
The Child is amused with his catch and release game.
Knowing not what suffering he is causing the one in captivity.
And the captive chick is featherless,unable to set herself free and fly.
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