Unpatched Calluses Poem by Masoud Azadbakht

at the foot of the mountains
Away from color and smoke!
On luxurious terraces
To watch the snow
Nescafe eaters!
pain free from people
As heavy as a boy's gaze
To alien hands with fiber taropods!
Unpatched calluses
Continuous looks
Neighbor woes!
And a father who is far from thought and fantasy,
Following an unknown fate
After a bite of bread
The boy is still in mysterious thoughts!
living according to
Find a solution for calluses
And looking for an answer to a question.


masoud azadbakht