Poetry

Back to the Torture (Part II)

"They pulled out my toenail
then clubbed me until I fell."
"I asked why am I in jail?
in answer, they fractured my head."
"In solidary confinement
for weeks I thought I was dead."
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For What Good is Life

Conscience seared,
Innocence lost,
Manhood morphed,
Into the brute force,
Of a soldier ready,
And willing,
To kill,
Upon command >>>

یادگار جنگل خونین

من از این صخره‌های سخت ساحل ها
که بر پیوند موج و ساحل مقصود دیوار است بیزارم
من از هر مانعی در خشم و دلگیرم
من از ساروج این بارو
من از سیمان و از زنجیر این گودال سر بسته
من از دیواره‌های این خراب آباد صاحب نام بیزارم
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حجاب

چه دیوانه وار میتواند بلغزد
بر سر و پا و سینه ام،
پیراهنم،
طلسم حریر پاشیده بر عطر تنم. >>>

پریشان

به هر بازیت گردن نهادم
هر چه سرودی گوش دادم

هزاران خاطرت آید بیادم
تار مویی گشته از تو نمادم >>>

A Soldier's Lament

Home,
Thank God,
I am home at last.

A return to sanity,
And the security of knowing,
That I am home >>>

Kristallnacht

The present poem recounts the horrible events of that nightmare of a night in a quasi-delirious, almost hallucinatory fashion The brackets designate those moments when the observer pauses the narrative to loudly protest the painful scenes, which are taking place before the eyes.>>>

Fright

During a bumpy ride
I took the chance of
holding your hand in mine.

It was cold and white,
and only trembled
as you looked up surprised
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Democracy of Fascism

There is a punisher in you
Taking pleasure from hurting others
Demeaning them
Ripping them into shreds
(If you could get away with it) >>>

نگران تاریکیها

من و تو
مثل دو ستاره ایم
شب را بر نمی تابیم
از تاریکی روشن میگذریم
در سیاهی گوشه ای را پنهان نکرده ایم >>>

Collateral Damage

Another batch of dead bodies, That few seem to recognize, Nor even care about.
Unless, Of course, The corpse,
Had been blessed,
By having been,
Made in America,
The land of,
A superior race >>>

Ferdosi's Murder Mystery

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جمع اضداد

نگاهت مست و چشمانت خمار است
نمیدانم خدایا این چه کار است
به بادامی چنین زیبا و طناز
دو مغز تلخ و شیرین شاهکار است
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Still

With a ballpoint pen
Incidentally dark
I sign the manuscript
That he has put in front of me
And I am familiar with its text.
He is not more than a lad
With big eyes >>>