Blind Words Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi

Like a fish in a crystalline glassy piece of ice
I’m dying of invisible chains
Misty haze of doubts and knowing nothings
Blur my eyes
And the arrow of my vision; what painfully collides endless dark nowhere
Like slaves in the mines of the City of Gold and Lead
Swimming in the most saline lake of my sweet and tears
I’m going to do something, not tomorrow, not next hour
My soul creeps from the depth of my flesh and shrill
“Do something on the edge of death cliff, do now
Before death engulf you, before pendulum of your heart points to the earth’s center
Walk again by bare feet on dewed grasses at dawn
Leave the flesh to the breeze brining the sea’s odor
The world, either dream or nightmare, choose my lord…”
Oh, on the threshold of another dark night;
What’s to be done?