Asleep in the dust
Blunt pains
Chronic pains in the vague cover of silence
They read elegies of mourning in your head
By showing their detestable face
They made your colour pale
Alas!
How poor you remained despite all the faithfulness
Nobody knows the ingenuity of pain
In your body
Nobody gives proper attention
To your ambiguous stare
Nobody to nobody
Reread your song of the night
And even the soil
Denies your long-standing relations to itself
Such that your childish words remain unspoken
Such that your poems are read by nobody
You are still sleeping in the dust
No one tears off the black veil
From your house
No one brings your closed lips
To the party of unspoken blossom
Don’t travel to the sky
And in the beautiful sorrow of separation, one star out of your orbit
Don’t cry for no reason
As this coy girl act
Isn’t sought by any person with a deep-seeking look
You have been left on time’s roadside.
2002
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