Timmins
Following door to door
-ended up at some door
-lost between knock, buzzer
-came a boy with dog-pet
-too polite and sweet
-said hello to greet
- "How's your day? "
-then dialed a number
-and spoke to father
-informed him of myself
-as unseen new guest
Dad opened…
I wondered and murmured:
- "Cannot be city child…"
-their neighbour overheard
-city-like commented:
- "Are from the Timmins"
I recalled my childhood
-first time in capital
- (large city of Tehran)
Some like it: "Is Modern"
-I see this: "Life in Hell"
Do not like mistrust
-hell is the life when
-doors are tightly locked
-there is no Heart, Mind!
Love life in mountains
-in backward villages
-or hidden from eyes
-deep inside a cave's dark
Anywhere, anyhow
-sheltered and under roof
-or even, if without
-but never in big town!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem