Desert Poem by hassan dawut

Dust covered sycamore leaves are hugging in the grassland
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold

Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the youngest prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its daily job

I know
I must creep out of the wineglass
Then wake from the dream
Finally, feed the stray dogs with my desperate heart

I stood up from the long stone bench
which is not made for me in the first place
I know
I must get something to eat
Then go to work
Finally, disguise myself as one of you

I deserted my body and left
Amicable Earth follows my step