You Are Getting Older Poem by Amir Sanjari

You are getting older
I am watching you sitting
You are sitting
Little by little
I am sitting
That is leaking from your hair
Under the snow that has not fallen up to your waist
Buried
Look
Speaks
Hands up
Stutters
Tremble
Stares at the old man,
Giso
How is it that you are under the snow that has not fallen?

You are getting older
This survivor does not understand
The snow that has not fallen up to your waist
The heart that is tied to the hair
The bullet that cannot be hit
Where did it hit you
That you have reached old age earlier, Ashu! !

Although
You have become more beautiful
And the snow is falling on your hair