Cyrus Mahan


Girls Of Dreams - Poem by Cyrus Mahan

Girls of dreams
By: Cyrus Mahan
cyrusmahan@yahoo.com


From the girls of books
To the girls of struggle
From the girls of struggle
To the girls of blood
And the girls of rapes.

In the nudge of religion
In the poke of capital
In the poky of lands.

I am thinking of your grief;
In the cot of silence and horror
And those eyes
Half pain, half sleep and bursting tears.

Oh! Girls of struggle
Girls of jails
Girls of blood
And girls of rapes

From the girls of Mojahed [1]
To the girls of Mohareb [2]
From the girls of dejection and despair
To the girls of droop
In the solitary confinements
And the girls of coffins and caskets
Highly praised invention of Rahmani [3]
The device of crackdown and death.

How can we reimburse you!
How can Iran recompense you!
Oh! Girls of struggle, blood and rapes
Girls of ropes
In the dawn of Iran [4]
In the dusk of chains
In the everlasting locks of the reactionary regime.

What had happened to you,
Oh! Girls of rapes
Girls of ropes
And girls of dreams?

I do not even know your sacred names
So that,
Oh! Girls of rapes and girls of ropes
In the dungeon of Islam;
To implore to your names in the sunup of our realm
And purify myself
In your twinge,
And in your pain.

Oh! Girls of rapes
Girls of ropes
And girls of dreams.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2003



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