Windows - Poem by Hamid Yeganeh
I love the windows
Because these are,
Air passages and Remember to breathe the house,
I so wish I had eyes that I can see all of the windows,
When I open the window, the passer-by voice it fascinates me,
Street view from the top of the window makes me happy,
But like a window I get impatient if I do not open it,
Strange contradiction in me to be carved,
Do open it today or not?
Seeing Beyond the overwhelming pain that window is injected into veins
And not seeing it makes me impatient ones,
Beyond the window of my room in a little house those older mothers,
Are virtually imprisoned in her room just moments come near the window
Looking to throw alley and leave until the next morning,
Do they all wish life was this?
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