Kopecks
Had to go to the TIFF
For court the plaintiff
I opened closet
Found black trousers.
This I wore in Iran
And wore it in Russia
Saw Kopecks in pocket
Came alive signs of past.
Saw me walk as the man
Who I was; what I did!
The black trousers and
The things discovered
Sort of sign to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem