Not a door
not a way
Not a night
not a moon
Not a day
nor a sun,
We
are standing
outside of the time
with a bitter dagger
pierced in our spines.
Nobody
talks
to another one
‘cause silence
is speaking
in a thousand tongues.
We are gazing
at our deads
with a trace of a smile,
and we are waiting
for our turn
without a smile!
"شبانه"
A poem by Ahmad Shamlou
Translated by me
The photographer of the featured image is not known to me.
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