No borders
She
Pashto girl, an Afghan
Named Zohreh
Is Venus; satellite, a star.
Loves Iran, and to me a daughter, is sister, friend’s wife.
She is right, fully right, exact right.
“No borders; do not leave and depart.”
She comments: “if gold leaves, shit remains, the place will stink…”
She wants the brains back:
“Either talk of your home with full love and serve her
Or forget; and do not complain: ‘shit is there.’”
Immigrants
Immigrants
Immigrants
Regardless of where, when…
Shut your mouths
Good or bad
Of back home
Or act and dedicate.
“Cannot just complain, ”
Wisely says.
I love her.
“Migration is a game; has wild names:
‘The experts’, ‘Investors’ and ‘Labours’”.
She sees it clear!
“Why the doors are closed on war-torn? ”
“The war that is imposed…”
This girl is a smart observer, and honest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem