The Most Beautiful Woman Ever
I met that woman a while ago
she had suffered from too many harms
she was from a different kind
that’s what I thought
a man thinks wrong when he is blind
but let me tell you about the story
she was the most beautiful woman ever
she was decent and innocent
and she would never hurt me
not that it matters to you
but at this time it did matter to me
some time passing and love too
she knew she was the most beautiful one
and what was given to her as a gift
became a banknote-worthy commodity
and what she used to be
she was not anymore.
Lazhar Ichir
A man. A poet. A traveller. Passionate about the human kind, the world and the words, he finds himself connecting them all, or at least trying. Born in Paris, lived in London and travelling around the world, he is a man belonging to nowhere, to no one. Living in the terror of being understood, he does not travel alone, loneliness follows him.