Kourush Zarerameshti

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Kourush Zarerameshti Biography

I am Kourosh. I was born in a small city called Mozhaj in Iranian Kurdistan (East of Kurdistan / Rojhelat) . I spent my childhood and youth in that city and became interested in writing poetry during my teenage years. I published my first collection of poems in 2016, titled The Greatest Dictator, in the Kurdish language. In 2017, I entered the University of Tehran to study for a bachelor's degree in Dramatic Literature, and I earned my master's degree in the same field from there in 2023. Currently, I am a Ph.D. student in Modern Kurdish Literature. In 2024, my play won the 'Best Play of the Year' award at the Dana Raouf Award in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq, and it has since been published and distributed. Furthermore, in 2026, another play of mine was published by 49books Publications in Sweden. Several of my poems and stories have been published in magazines, websites, and newspapers in Iran; for example, my poem Kulbar was published in 2021 in the magazine Vazn-e Donya in Tehran. In the field of literary criticism, one of my research papers was published in the cultural and literary magazine Wanar in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq, and two more of my papers were published in 2026 in the magazine Nûbûnewe (Nuwebonewe) in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq.

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Sunset
Within the room's corner,
Three souls entwined,
Moon and stars adorned,
Gazing upon the western horizon,
Their eyes, a cascade of farewell's tears.

Dawn
By the hallway's window,
Three figures intertwined,
Moon and stars aglow,
Fixated on the eastern expanse,
Their eyes, dewdrops of anticipation's gleam.

Alas, lament befalls us!
Sun of those celestial beings,
Lady Moon's radiant beam,
Before its ascent o'er mountain's crest,
With a fardel filled with luminosity,
In the grasp of an unfamiliar arrow,
Never to rise again,
Never to return.

Today
In life's window's nook,
Three souls intertwined,
Moon and stars aligned,
Through parting, grief, and the innocent sun,
As they fade away, silence and serenity descend.

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