Adasi
Boil in pot
-thousands of
-lentils as do in mind
-rambling, boiling thoughts.
In times I sit idle
-in times am, on the run
-in times caged by force and
-in times risk whatever is around.
It is in nineteen and seven past the eighty
-when you are, not yet born;
-breathe in mum's tummy.
I have come to pave road for us to rejoin and
-open Co. in US
-to support my other Companies
-in Dubai, everywhere.
Rent a car and drive
-Toronto, Chicago in no time
-faster than could fly!
A tree is lighted
-mom and your siblings
-are gathered.
All of us celebrate…
We have hopes
-have plans
-to take some agencies
-and expand everything.
I have set Partner in Dubai
-to be there's president.
A call comes and breaks bad news
-the police set blame on the same partner
-for the things that have been stolen
-I am hooked and decide to return.
My hope is to rejoin…
Christmas, New Year
-then-after comes your birth
-in rare day,
-twenty-six, of Feb; Eighty-Eight.
Years go by
-to join you, I try
-and try and try
-no success.
You, still in pampers
-we meet, get united
-in Hvar we stay for a time
-then drive all around
-visit then Yugoslav.
And settle in Dubai
-life is well for some years.
Your only brother turns eighteen
-cannot be dependent and must be
-having a work-visa…
"My son and a labour?
-No, never! "
I say and rearrange:
- "We must leave this devil! "
-You call it whatever…
-Dubai? ? ? Hell? "
I start but fact is
-it is not just me and all alone
-progress takes much time
-in the midst, some go wrong.
You end in Canada
-I suffer injustice
-behind bars in Iran!
-Now, all boil in my mind.
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