Ambush
Dance the waves
On trampoline, tides, vessels
To mornings, evenings, limited
And fences with trance,
In breeze.
The best of architects, spiders
Tactical and self-armed, sufficient
Of bricks, concrete, are needless
Have them all, tools and means
Skin bags for water.
Invisible, camouflage
Invisible, camouflage
Come ambush warriors.
Invisible, camouflage
Invisible, camouflage
And I know
I know well; out of sight, are here
And I know they want me
My flesh
But whispered, hypnotized, I remain.
My wrists free
Ankles too
No cuffs, rope and no chain
But still
I am tied, I stay.
Passenger to train
To be gone; disappear…
What is there?
Do not know…
“Do not write;
She told me; do not kill memories
Keep in mind and brain
“Do not write.” Shahla Said, Lahiji.
But still: “Why banning? Why censor? ”
She’s fighting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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