Robab Moheb

Alef
Lam
Mim.
in the Order of the Prophet
an invisible singer of my faith
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Relation
a reverse beginning
on the way of lost voyagers of dreams.
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Man, sinks in the mirror
woman,
grows up in the mirror.
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Man,
a burnt stub
Woman,
her heart lost to
the powder compact.
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When the grey curtain of the nights
from the verdant stature of panicles
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Without shoes,
bare feet, his heart
man moved through life,
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Nothing but merchants, they were,
for two rings of copper
the marvellous stature of panicles, early love of youths, only once
sold.
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Once
they set the sails of their
imagination
the seas
looked surprised
as they stared into the tender breeze of storms.
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In strains and curves of caress
free from error
the lover
mistakenly
desired his damsel.
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The Gods of desire are
the strays in the alleys in the ruins of the soul,
the maniacs
of the excitement of the body.
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The horizon,
they mourn,
in the maze of their voicelessness, their sightless emotions
abhorrent, exiled
cast out
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The infant wishes in its first steps
to be captive in a bundle
tied up in blind trust.
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Like glass
not to withstand the stone
this victim of the firing squad in my line of sight.
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Woman
says goodbye to her bed
gently
beginning the daily tragedy
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Before they were born into the world,
dead, they were,
bare to the bone
naked.
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