I wished
From the secret of your gaze
"I could plant the color of "forever
In the small garden of our home
So that in spring
It would become an eternal blossom
The word "wilt" would join the legends
And the light of day
Every day
Would laugh
From the corner of a petal's eye
I wished
That from the satin of white clouds
Rain of jasmine would pour
The neighbor's wall, under the weight of lilacs and wisteria
Would bow to the ground
And the sweet sleep of childhood
Would erase the dead ends of alleys
I wished I could burn the sorrowful image of the cage
Paint the sky
With the wings of a soft blue dove
And free the barren earth
From the heavy prison of captivity
Alas
We adorned ourselves
With such a tattered robe
That even the sun's gloomy face
Hid behind the shore of doubt
The tree in the garden
No longer awaited a new bud
Not even a bird
Chose a sign of a nest
In the black silence of the night
And if there was a weak belief
It broke apart
Under the relentless storm
But this time
The broad chest of the plains
Still remembers the path of the river's song
The earth
Still regards the bones of legends
As strong
Roodabeh's long hair
With its lofty braid
Conquers the heart
And in Arash's bow
There remains a strong arrow
To rain down on the fortress of stones
And bring down the dark shadow of deceit
Arsalan
Tehran
4th of Dey 1402 (December 2023)
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