In hive
Once, I went
-too near to North Pole
-in Russian Petrograd
-Nik and I and friends
- (who had farm, chickens, hens)
-went to see the Bee Hives.
Most were gone
-to suck and get nectar
-from the flowers
-felt free, in masses.
Flew back to the hives
-built by man as a house
-FREE? NOT!
-FOR SURE NOT!
Exact same I observe
-when going door to door
-plenty are houses and mansions
-palaces; many gates with buzzers
-condos have concierge
- (dogs barking at the doors)
-see shanties and the dens
-camouflaged with garbage.
Want to be Ferdowsi
-or Hafez, or Saadi
-or Khayyam or Rumi
-Pond, Blake, Hemingway
-Pushkin or be Voltaire
-but never Shakespeare
- (this bastard is manmade!)
Want to be Ebtehaj
-Siavash Kasrai
-somebody, somebody
-some-body
All alone as swan
-in poem of Nima
Am tired of this life
-do not want life in "Hive".
Hives are good for suckers
-of blood; and givers.
-Neither side, I belong!
Want to be me
-Nassy
-a simple particle
-in the air or in sea
-anywhere…
-BUT FREE…
Am tired of this jail
- (In name of freedom)
-with claims: "Protected".
Am tired1
Am tired!
Am tired!
Let them all go to hell!
Let me go to corner
-be alone with myself
-have drops of water
-land on chest, toes to head
-make me wet, to get soaked
-till the moss grows as
-on stones
-in rivers, streams
-or seashells and corals at cliffs.
Feel like air-particle
-in balloon, compressed.
-Move around and praise
-the rebels with needles
- "Push it in; let it burst"
-is in mouth…
-my feathers and wings cut…
-wear handcuffs, feet are tied…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem