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Unfortunately

I can’t be an angel 
As you requested 
The feather I had been saving for the past year
From the slaughtered ducks 
The dead chickens 
Chopped birds 
Boiled doves
Stray storks 
The lost flamingos 
The slain bluebells 
Poisoned peacocks
Imprisoned ostriches
The blind owls
The hanging crows 
The drowned seagulls 
The storm blew them a way
Even 
The innocent face of the gazelle 
I stole from the careless hunters 
It is gone
Right now
You have to accept me 
As I am 
A human being 
Fill off law .

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The Word Love

The Word Love 
Let me not explain it to you
In order to stay as we are now
You are  standing  on the hill of your dreams 
And I  sit on the edge of the  sea of my  reality 
Smiling 
And you hear the echo of my smile
Let's pretend it is  just a word 
And the pen does not burn 
like our hearts
When we are  trying  to write  the word love   to each other,
Even if we write it  in unclear  handwriting  
Did you know
 That  since you sent it to me 
I accidently placed it under my pillow
And all my life  has been  stuck on  the letter "O".

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My Father's Feet

My Father's Feet 
When I was a kid  
I saw them 
Running 
And
Running
After the bus
That took him to his job every morning
And returned him to us late every day 
Carrying so much love in his heart 
And bags of food  
To our souls and our mouths 
Starving forever
Running
After our school books
Which we were covering with our prayers
To protect us from the sticks of our principal and teachers
Running 
After my mother
 Whose days all finished in different hospitals 
 And when I grew up a little bit
I saw them
 Still running
 But in military boots
  For days never ending 
Covered with dust from Khorramshahr* and Dezful* 
 And when he stretched out his feet on the floor  
We all ran to them with joy
And like a big pillow filled of dreams  we slept on them 
………………………
*Two Iranian cities where the Iran – Iraq war was signed in 1980

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Faces of Love

Faces of love 
Do not carry me in your hand 
Like a small bird wet with rain drops 
Love is a traumatic experience 
But I want to live it 
To keep my windows overlooking the lake of the pink dolphins
When the evening comes 
They will start dancing for me 
And clouds will bunch across the ceiling of my kitchen 
Love is a mysterious experience 
I would like to sing to your photo 
Which I keep under my pillow 
But my voice is not suited for singing 
Even my bed sheets are still laughing 
Whenever I wash the dishes 
And I think of you 
The lather dances between my hands 
Yes, love is a dangerous experience 
But I will live it 
Because I’m afraid of continuing my life 
With the furniture trembling 
From the intensity of loneliness .

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To Be a Refugee

Means you walk with a mute dignity
And because the touch has a memory, you can no longer make another one, 
No sea can reveal to you the joy of its flowing and its every wave is shackled with corpses and identities of drowned people, no land will welcome your shy steps. 
To be a refugee  
You have to wear a stainless smile in front of their serrated gaze. 
You have to get rid of your ancient history,
Your mother's prayer for your safety, which no longer works 
The wisdom of your ancestors, which they left to you before they disappeared into their graves.
To be like me,  
You have to peel off your skin, pull out your tongue in order to get along with the crowds that are waiting for any slight movement from you to finish you off. 
Above you have to be very sane in the streets that know nothing but where madness erupts,
And like swimming in a river of blood, you will remain stained until the end.

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My Mother Was Lying

My mother was lying 
When my father was wearing a military uniform 
And went out before sunrise so no one could see him 
My mom kept smiling for the length of his absence 
So we didn’t see her choking back tears 
And when we missed him 
She told us 
He is going to return the meaning to our map 
We thought he was a cartographer 
And when my father returned without an arm 
She told us 
He gave his arm to the homeland 
And the homeland gave him a medal 
We didn’t know the meaning of war until we grew up 
That like plastic bottles 
The tyrants had recycled our lives during their many war 
Now I understand why my mom was lying 
And why when my father returned from war 
He didn’t recognize his face in the mirror

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After Forty Years of Snow

After forty years of snow
Do you remember the watch you gave to me wrapped in a poem? 
It is still bound to my soul's meaning
The more time passes 
The more the letters jump into my heart artery
My heart is now pumping flirtation 
How many times I have wished
That if my city were not surrounded by graves
Then like a little girl  
I would wait for you in a secret garden 
Come on! 
Take off this thick absence 
As thick as a New Jersey coat in the winter time
Melt off the snow that has stacked on the lines of your messages 
Mow the grass that has grown on your tongue
Don’t save a sea of tears for me 
I am not a mermaid 
Make yourself present with words
Woo me
Let me stop demanding my rights
And thrive by the touch of your fingers as they play with my hair
Let me fool myself again
And see you as center of my universe

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Ice Cream

Ice Cream
I'm crying.
Not because you crushed my heart and threw it like a worn-out sponge into the desert.
Yes, I'm crying.
Not because you did not smile at me.
But rather because your teeth turned whiter than white when a woman's shadow passed by you.
Yes, I'm crying.
Not because you are completely healed now, and no longer need my whisper to fall asleep;
Not because you dedicated all your poems not to me but to another woman, and she stupidly believed you.
Yes, I'm crying.
But not because I threw away my pillow, and I now must be watchful throughout my life without you.
Yes, I'm crying. Severely.
Because the ice cream melted before I got home, and I didn't get to enjoy eating it.

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My Dangerous Memory

My Dangerous Memory
Oh, great 
Whenever I dream of birds
The cages fly above my head 
And I will need all my lifetime to  know which cage  belongs to my dream
And then whenever I try to remember my childhood
A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality
……….
"What a lovely sunny morning,"
 I told the girl
 She was jogging in the forest
and said,  She smiled at me
A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again.""
Don't worry.  I have so many of them,” I told her" 
Everything will be good
 I say to myself 
And I keep jogging from exile to exile
As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another 
And returning as pictures with black frames.

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Two Soldiers

Two soldiers
Let's celebrate
Let us run to that hill
Let us climb up the remains of that tank and sing
Let us drink tea under this burned tree
Smoke our last cigarettes 
It is not every day that the war can make dead bodies and we are not with them