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I am happening again in the continuation of a narrative
There is war war
There is war in my head
In my narrative is war
These days when I think by all means
War is offended
Doubt is sitting in my heart
My believes are taken to war
There is war war
War has gathered us together to become dispersed
War causes us to reach together to keep our distance
Halabche
yet unconsciousHas fallen over the bed close to me
Kabul
has dressed his broken hand with plaster cast in the corridorAnd …
Yesterday a whore from
Jerusalem sent a letter to meAll its lines smelled like anthrax
After that I fear from opening letters
I fear if this narrative with my shirt
Come martyr from war
With a plaque
He came back like a brief will:
Let all the rights I gave you be left
I wish poetry for you, for poetry myself
Nothing for myself, I will you to poetry
Let it Amen let Amen be left Amen
Now let me put my head over the living
Till the regret of sitting beside a cradle
Till mother
Till I die…
Composed by Faryad Shiri
Translated by Ehteram sadat Tavakoli
