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zendegi-e-khaabhaa (the life of dreams)
Poem name : REMEMBRANCE The long shadow of the clock’s pendulum Was oscillating over the endless plain To and fro To and fro And I was drawing the image of my short dream On the shining sands of the plain, A dream that had drunk the burning heat of hell In whose air my life had melted. It was a sleep at whose end My life also came to an end. I was drawing the image of my dream And in its amazement my eyes had lost the oscillation of the clock’s pendulum. How could I pour all the heat of my yesterday’s dream? In the space less veins of that image I was drawing the picture of my dream, Something was missing there. I bent over my body A hole had opened in my existence. The lengthy shadow of the clock’s pendulum Oscillated on the endless plain And I fell asleep beside the living image – An image whose veins throbbed in eternity And the root of my gaze burnt the Warf and woof. This time When the shadow of the clock’s pendulum Crossed over my living image Nothing was visible in the bright sands of the plain. I shouted: “Return the image!” And my voice vanished like the fall of dust. The lengthy shadow of the clock’s pendulum Oscillated in the endless plain To and fro To and fro And a man’s look was pursuing its movement. |  |
