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hajm-e-sabz (green space)
Poem name : THE SOUND OF MEETING Basket in hand I walked to the marketplace, it was morning Basket in hand I walked to the marketplace, it was morningFruits were singing Fruits were singing in the sun On the trays, life was dreaming of eternal surfaces on the perfection of skins The anxiety of orchards beamed under the shadow of every fruit Now and then a some unknown thing floated in the shining of quinces Each pomegranate extended its color to the land Of the pious But alas the vision of fellow citizens Was a tangent on the radius of sour oranges? I returned home. Mother asked “Have you bought any fruit from the marketplace?” -How can this basket contain the fruits of eternity?” -“I told you to buy a pound of fine pomegranates” -“I tried a pomegranate Its extension was beyond this basket.” What shall we do for lunch – “How about the quinces…”? At noon the image of the quince in the mirrors moved to the farthest edge of life At noon the image of the quince in the mirrors moved to the farthest edge of life |  |
