He and me
We were young
Headed for Radio-Iran
Had read poems, most of songs
Heads out, and "it is safe, " turtle-like
Reality came; after heads hit some rock
Sitting in a box
We saw male guard
Thought "He's no-one"
Reported ourselves; talked
Wanted no one less than boss
Voices we had polished; brought
Ready to be tested; told: "Welcome"
Tails between our legs
Left hearing by experience
Had university degree, master
He and I were young school students
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, I like it, thanks.