June 2, 2011
The evening of a memorial
I’m sitting near the window
and smoke…
Down there on the footpath
Street-cleaner rubs off
the dirty face of the street
in the evening of a memorial
It’s quiet,
even the sound of sweeping
doesn’t come to ear
At the other side of the street
two policeman taking a way
a youth with wounded face
handcuffs on hand
to the executing square
Hundred meters away
at the lovers curve
kisses a girl her boyfriend
in the dark
away from the eyes of
father and brother
And a kid with Hafez Lot in hand
Passing under my window …
Mahyar Faravardeh
2006 |