A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
I'm at the post office
Sending my broken dreams and nightmares
Apocalyptic blisters and rashes
May have hypnotised me!
Hands or arms are reshaping into a metamorphosis
It was less gorgeous yesterday!
Tell me, how many of my days have been erased
And how much of the calendar is covered by the Pandemic?
Quarantined eye pupils
Suffer from leprosy!
The Bell is Ringing...
If you let me touch that tiny edge of that tambourine
No excuse would be left
At 5 AM
The year would turn to a new round
All biblical crows are gathering
And this is the End of the Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem