Napoleon
Must have been year ago
-when saw her on the road
-was happy as girl-child
- "She? Here? Never-mind! "
Time passed and once again
-we met and she questioned
-of me, my origin, language
-I was rock and silent…
Felt guilty for reasons
-the first was of myself
- "Why should a human
-resent a human? "
Second was in hiding
-physical; lust wanting…
-she can be what I need
-so, why not, let click? !
On my way from work
-noticed her departing
-a car and heading home
-purposely slowed down
Eager to encounter
-needed to talk with her
-to seek her forgiveness
-for ugly behaviour
She was not the one that
-I had met not long back
-now she was a witch with
-wrinkled-face, ugly-teeth
Loneliness has killed her
Different her culture
-cannot mix with others
-very high, expectations
-from those, her culture,
She looks at her past when
-facing her own people
-wants them to take her for
-who she was, not today…
Blind is she to facts
-they too are immigrants
-with reason to have had
-escaped the set borders
That takes me to the joke
- "Khomeini was in line…
-wanted to get visa…
-people left one by one…
- ‘where to? ' asked a person.
- ‘to our homes for comfort…
-why to go if he goes…? '"
Here, she, has brought
-what people ran from
-but her head is in sand
-ostrich acts blind…
Sympathise with her but
-she and I can't unite
-never mind our bodies
-though sex is comforting
And that is what I need
-desperate and badly…
To me sex is not just
-screw in the nut
-need honey from lips
-and softness from hands
Heart and mind are columns
-to join me with woman
-and these are what she lacks
-Napoleon may like her
-she claims to cook well
-he said heart to food is a slave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem