Blame
I read the papers and the sites following the news and the news are mostly about Hollywood.
I stop. I am not into that. I have seen Valley of the Dolls. I know this temporary fountain.
Instead I watch Baadeh Sabah or The Lovers Wind and on wing of this wind I travel.
I watch the documentary and the cities; the nature and animals take me home.
Then I watch a documentary on Khayyam, his poetry, math and music.
I laugh as does a crazy at something, which is in fact nothing to us.
I enjoy from what I call my ecstasy then I read Mag, a poem.
And poet wishes he had never seen her.
“I wish you never quit your job and …”
“I wish the kids had never come”
Then I hear of the Fitzgerald.
Khayyam’s translator
And his life story
I laugh at life
The kind
Of life
All blames “This was so…he did that…and she was…”
And I laugh and I laugh and we laugh when I read…
Know yourself, then others, then after you may judge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem