Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi

Rookie (1990 / iran\kermanshah)

Beyond That Sea, There Is A City - Poem by Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi

backpack in my hand,
dropp it down and

getting things ready
things i will need in

way, bread, a peace
of mother-made cheese

some vegetable she's putting on table...

son

where are you going?
What is in your mind?
Who is in your heart?

nobody mother
there is another

city beyond that
sea people in that
city never use
the sunglasses
they don't want to see
World darker than that is

in that city mom,
windows are open
to the dreams and
there are three men
want to go to sun
are you ok son?
No mama i'm not
don't ask me for what
i will be ok
in that city, they
will take me some where
those men want to know
what's going on there

after shedding tears:

alright my dear
don't stay here
go to your place
follow their trace
go and get to that
yellow burning light
i'll stay here, and wish you delight...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 20, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 20, 2012


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