Dictatorship?
Grandfather asked grandmother
when he did not allow
choose the color of his shirt himself
The old woman laughed
And the old man thought
He is the freest man in the world
At least he asked the question!
And he can still walk next to the dictator
Hey beautiful dictator
Hey charming dictator
Hey Kitchen dictator
Dictator of the market
hey Bedtime dictator
I don't miss you anymore
when i know
baton is not just a word
It is a miracle
When it sits on the skin
to the pains
to nostalgia
gives color
I don't miss you anymore
When I have seen
You let go of my arm
and you took my hand
you let go of my hand
And you hooked your finger in mine
You let go of my finger
And now you are far enough away to know
black clouds
Black rain does not fall
I wish I could miss you
Now that everyone has braided your hair
And they want to jump to freedom
But I have missed so much
that i know
The flight does not arrive
I don't miss you anymore
when i know
A dictator can be a woman
with open hair
A dictator can be a woman
with braided hair
Mohsen Mansouri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this beautiful poem. Can I say, ‘an ode to one's grandmother'? Top score