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zendegi-e-khaabhaa (the life of dreams)
Poem name : THE LOST MOMENT The swamp of my room was murky And I could hear the murmur of my blood in my veins, My life was passing in a deep limbo, This darkness lighted the sketch of my existence. The door opened And she blew into the room with her lantern, She was an abandoned beauty And I was expecting her arrival. She was the formless dream of my life, A perfume in my eye murmured, And my veins stopped throbbing. Every string that pointed at me Burnt in the lantern’s flame: Time was not passing in me, I was naked and briny. She hung lantern in the air, She was seeking me in the light, She crossed every spot in my room But she couldn’t find me, A breeze drank the flame of the lantern. A wind was blowing And I was placed in a sketch And I appeared in the pitch darkness of my room. For whom was I appearing? She was no more there. Did she mix with the dark spirit of the room? I felt a warm perfume moving in my veins. I felt she was watching me with her lost existence, And how vainly I was searching the place? She had been lost in an instant. |  |
