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hajm-e-sabz (green space)
Poem name : PLAIN COLOR The sky bluer The water bluer I am in the veranda, Ra’na is near the bond Ra’na is washing clothes Leaves are falling At morning Mother said, “It is the season of depression.” -“Life is like apple.” I said, “You must bite it with the skin.” The neighboring woman is weaving nets by her window singing I am singing Vedas Sometimes I sketch rocks, birds, and clouds It is a full sunshine The starlings have arrived Nasturtiums have just blossomed I crack a pomegranate, thinking to myself “I wish the seeds of these people’s hearts were visible.” My tears flow, the pomegranate juice spurts into my eye Mother laughs Ra’na as well |  |
