Theatre Poem by Moahammad Maleki

You know
I've neither had a friend nor family to replace it with
Like a vagrant wandering and roaming all streets
In search of black dimond

From the very seconds of dawn
I groping through my predistined burned fate
To find a loaf of bread for stuffing my protruded belly
I think I've got a branch of cancer

And today or a day after or days perhaps to come
I shall die for nothing

You know
Does it matter?
A man subtracted by destiny? ? ?
An orphan who is considered as superfluous object

Is it our utopia?

Take it easy my dude
I gonna sleep tonight on the pavements of St, Holy park
It is a famous one in its kind
A park repleted with miscellaneous theatres

Last night, stealthily I went to see a play
St.Holy theatre is an exceptionally capacious one
Lots of plays in queues
Awaited to be chosen by viewers

No one wanted to talk to me
Couples and young friend in hug of each other walked through a big foundation
No one wanted to look at me

You know
I did not have any money in my pocket
That is the reason I dicided to go there like a theft
Stealthily and like a snake furtively

Oh, mighty chronic for me
Alone and adorned with shabby clothes
Ramshackle hair and appearance

Oh, people like me are never allowed in
The play was a tragedy
Blended in veils of comedy
Isn't it rediculous?
The unworthy life of me and you?
Waiting for our salvation
For better tomorrows
While regretting over yesterdays losts?

The play was waiting for Godot