Pomegranate
Pomegranates smile…
They never laugh… I did not hear.
In poems we saw them as miracle
Of the, Creation…of the, Creator…
But I never forget them; never, never ever…
My palms know them for their sticks
My mouth for lost teeth, to branches
(Tying a thread to both and jumping)
And…
…for pissing at them in colder days!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem