Smog chocked skies
As if there is nothing to see
Rain comes to clear away
The death brought on by diesel engines
Then the beauty appears
Mountains surrounding
As far as the eye see
Though sitting on a balcony
in the heart of the city
Out in the distance
the unearthly beauty is seen
Going about day to day business
city streets calling you out
Going to the bazaar
from shop to shop
Hearing the music emanate
calling would be shoppers in
seeing the wares and moving on
Tehran you are no different
Then Paris or Berlin or New York
Just in the wrong place at the right time
Another powerful piece, KK. I love that it's a shock at the end to the writer to find a place she loves as no different than any other metropolis! Have you read _Reading Lolita in Tehran_? It's a fabulous book, IMO.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful... and so true, Iranians may be the *enemy* of the moment but they are really human beings like everyone else, with the same needs, hopes and desires... And just as you say, Tehran is a beautiful city. This is a lovely poem, well done!