"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

TO A DEAD LOVER

I remember the laughter
In your voice,
The way you always smiled
Walking away,
A cute coquette
Who left me with no choice,
Emblem of a world,
A culture,
A day.
Did you disdain the tears
You cried in flight,
Shed as summer
Scorched the Persian desert?
You never told me
Where you went that night -
Did you think
It could not have eased my hurt?
Did memory fail you
In your prison cell?
Or was my love a comfort
When you screamed?
Did you forget me
In that gravest hell,
Discarding fantasies
We once had dreamed?
Some fourteen years ago
You found your rest;
Still my heart mourns,
Lonely,
Never caressed.


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