Oh Sara
Hey Sara,
-in bed I, feel nailed, tied
-dead tired are muscles
-everywhere feel pain and
-am worn out, so, just listen.
Radio, as always
-songs and talks
-days and nights
-and news…
I hear hum of wings
-wings of thoughts.
I see a chain in mind
-and recall my Maman:
- "Can make me not to talk, not to walk,
-not to see, close eyes, be blind,
-not to eat, not drink…
-but never without thoughts! "
My thoughts are, now, Kah-gel!
- (as have seen, remember being made!
-I was used on the roofs,
-on the walls to stop the leakage;
-exactly like shingles.)
Men used beasts, brought the earth-dirt
-emptied and piled, making hill
-then dug in its centre a bowl
-filled with water…
Then shovels came to work;
-slowly, took the earth from sides
-and pour it in water…
Ran away the water
- (as war-torn children and homeless)
-heading all directions…
-Streams, streaks, to settle, resettle…
-Men added hay pieces to the mud.
Hey Sara,
-once again when I knock
-look at me in peep-hole
-and knock back
-mimicking my knocking…
-then open…hug we will.
Let us laugh, laugh and laugh
- (as I have for the day)
-to remain entangled in past and present!
Take me back to same mood…
In such times I hear the Attar
-and his birds in flight
-in their air
-I hear hum of hum of them
-aiming for sacredness.
Though wingless, I do same
-fly on dreams' wings
-of heard, seen, and guesses
-to unite the mind's thoughts!
I observe, see, parades
-in distance and near
-involved in some of them
-via heard, been, and read…
I can feel all people through whom travelled
-among them, warmed skin, shared their beds
-varied their locations, faiths, cultures, and flares.
Sweet and sour are all of them
-amused am with what is most recent.
But also think of ones
-far, too far in the time.
Four of these move me with
-both frown and smile;
-to them laugh as if am in madhouse.
Hey Sara,
-the news drives me to crest
-want to jump like tiger
- (when on peak to hunt moon
-but falls and killed itself…?)
Wish I could set muzzle
-on anchor-reporter
-but leashed, am
-and in rein! ! !
Feel as if am anvil
-science and media, politics
-have joined the metalsmiths…
- (In action are hammers;
-master with full power!)
Hate being shaped by them
-regardless of being bowl, plate
-or a knife, fork, spoon
-or even a carving in frame!
I want me to be me.
I want me to be me.
I want me to be me.
Want to shout: "Go, get lost;
-try to see you gone,
-gone and dead,
-want you sucked
-in Hawking's Black Hole
-the place, which looks like
-Inner Ear…? "
Go to hell
Governments
Politics
Science and scientists
Traders, factories
Media and commerce
Include academics
(whoever sells degrees!)
Oh you, life!
Oh mankind!
Oh movements!
In times I
-wish was not ever born,
-had remained in village,
-had not had travelled!
Am tired of knowledge!
Hate feelings, awareness!
They tell me of Thailand
-of the kids entrapped
- (who I hope will be saved!)
But I think of the world,
- (millions of the kids
-deprived by same devils
-who play dirty games, pretend:
- "Want to save from cave."
"USA has also…"
-is the loudspeaker in echo,
-I do not fall for this
-I see far (beyond the advertise)
-I know the reason "Why? "
-I know that USAID
-is trap of Evil!
-in secret, not open!
Hey Sara,
-in bed I, feel nailed, tied
-dead tired are muscles
-everywhere feel pain and
-am worn out, so, just listen.
-I saw Ex walk in sun; no stop to say ‘Hi'
-though I could…
-I thought of your neighbor, a cancer survival!
In corner of my mind I think of a gift that
-may receive…can be late as was for Ferdowsi!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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