Life is even worse
love even more scarce
laughter forbidden
people all in despair.

Doors are locked
Windows are sealed
Souls are crushed
Thoughts enslaved.

Greens turned yellow
Spring changed to fall
Winds are vicious
"sparrows" are in pain.

"Butterflies are crucified"
Simple embrace, a sin
Thinking, a crime
Trespassers are in jail.

***
“Just a window is enough " for me too.
***
A window that opens
To the young fields
Of tulips and roses,
Of Cotton and wheat,
Caressed
By the gentle breeze.

A window that opens:
To the green meadows
Of love and laughter,
Of passion and compassion,
Of peace and glees.

I am weary of :
War,
Explosion,
Bombarding,
Beheading,
And the massacre of
Innocent young lilies.

My brain is filled with:
Sad news,
Bad news,
And ominous memories:

The disheartening memory
Of that woman
Who happened to love "flower and fish"
The same woman whose body
Was mutilated,
Before her still tender flesh
Was wrapped in her shroud,
To be placed in an unknown grave.

The heartrending memory
Of that twenty two year old woman's
Hanged fresh body
Swaying back and forth
By the wicked wind.
And that woman who yearned
"to love and love and love”,
Was instead tortured and raped.

And that pure white dove,
Whose blood like a fountain
Effervesced from her eyes
Pouring down:
In Rome,
In New York,
In Paris,
In London,
In Cairo,
In Dehli
In Timbuktoo,
And, in Tehran too.

Oh my friend
My incomparable friend:
The “wind “is still “blowing,”
Incessantly blowing.
And our yard is "lonelier" than ever.
I yearn for those days
That you wrote:  “Those Days”.


February 2014