A piece of blank paper
Two pens
A white
A black
Drawing lines
Straight and crooked
Circles and triangles.
Pens seem to fight
Now and then writing a letter
A comma an exclamation
More often a question
But no periods…
The pens are losing blood
The lines thinner and thinner
Pens seem to pause
There a full stop.
Ending the last chapter
Of the book of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
symbolism at its best, as i interpret it, i think it talks about 2 people, as different as north and south of a magnet, trying to work things out, but in the end they lose it. Great work Farshid! Preets