Two sides of my left leg
A pebble in my hand
On the sands I stand
On the Nile I see waves
Roaring with ugly curve
Sun is gone, is hiding
As in bars many kings
And clouds are ruling
Most recent in Egypt
Too far is horizon; is mystic
Secretly it can be romantic
Foolish are the fear, frantic
Mummies say, and phoenix
There’s a trace; pledget
In my leg, right side left
Of my shoe in childhood
On left, of other wound
They don’t talk but remind, history
Of Iran and Egypt attractive rosary
Chains of change, falls and rise; At
The end, all the kings, check & mat
In a turn, I stand side to Nile
I throw the pebble to admire
Wave I make, history, desire
Pyramids and mummies and…
Thinking of, the circumstance
My friends’ future in distance
Thoughts turn pain in my heart
Shape of a misery on Leg- Mark
I can see
Understand
That is all
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