Mahyar Goodarzi Poems

From a citizen-son
To his old mom in dad’s village:
Everyday morning …
I get ready for a duel against the city
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Your smile is the sum of all the excellence
Smile, flower's smile marks a nice innocence
Your forehead is breathing a dreamlike morning
An eternal morning that is boosting awakening
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Without you
My existence is what must not
And my must is …
That's the usual gulp which cuts my words
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My pen is not writing 'war'
'War' does not belong to my poem
I must get rid of this idle pen
It doesn't work in the cold war again
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My pains are not dress to take them off
They don't go in words
They don't go in shouts
They are unspeakable
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Our words are not finished yet
But after a glance or so
It's time to go
The story has always been the same
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Train is going
You are going
The entire station is going
And I'm too naïve
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I linger in the doorway, but wasting time.
open doors are watching the road
no move, no sign of life.
lines are inviting me to challenge
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Rays of light, in dark night
Drives me to the fight
Time to kill the darkness
Like hero to kill knight
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What the unknown feel
But trust your will
Try for the best
Now it's time to kill
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