Must believe
At window I stand
And listen to poem
Farrokhzad's:
"Let's believe"
And she sighs
And recites
As lonely
As woman
Time and man
Go, pass by…
With alarm of clock!
It is hard!
It is hard!
It is hard!
I, poet
In madhouse of poets
Have power
Imagine, give them life
See the cold
Feel wetness
Observe man's footsteps…
Focus on one of them
Give life to a ceiling
Its brutal collapse
On people on mattress,
Squeezed becomes the spring…
Arrives help
Wants to save
Moves rubble…
Suddenly
In blink of an eye
Hand busy in moving
The bricks, plaster
Is cut and gone away…
Shouts echo
Echo shouts
The injured
Lie over and under!
Ships roar and
I am in Africa
Asia
Warm waters…
Deeply lost in the
"Heart of Darkness"
With Conrad…
All is said,
All is there.
Moby Dick
Is other.
Great War
Hollanders
Are alive in fire
Being burned
I slam on brake
And reverse
Overrun the seasons
Servants to British
Then fall of dynasties
The Houtous
The Tamils
And the Sikhs
And many
And many
And many
Reversal opens gates
To murders, Genocides
As happened in case of spring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem