Mahnaz Yousefi

My Life

A calendar can’t do anything

I’d become at the first days

.And a week was too long

One by one

I’ve brought bricks, ingot by ingot

From house for leaving time

: Leaving is just two syllables

With / Me

: Without me, just one

! Vain

As dumb as they moved my name

To another alphabet

As much as they moved death

To another generation

Till no one take an action

! Regarding my privacy

No one by outside

Madly and

Dancy and

...Joyfully and

, Trying to be hooked on my window by hook

, A foot between feet and dancing

A song between singing and dancing

! Hey mystic! Tell me

? How could I stand behinde the window all these years

A window, can’t do anything

As much as scenes went back to nature

. Words to book

When I speak in my kisser, I’m more erotic

When I perspire in your hands, You’re more upset

, Among empty-hands and foxy-eyes game

I’m more voyeur

By my suspicion to myself

: To your two-syllables tragedy

.With / Me

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 22, 2008

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  • Naseer Ahmed NasirNaseer Ahmed Nasir (12/28/2008 9:52:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem with layers of meanings and metaphors.......10/10.

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