Thursday, March 11, 2004


There is no gate
There is no path

There is no night
There is no moon

No daytime
And no sun

We exist out of the time
A vicious blade on our neck

No body talks to any body
The silence is speaking in thousand words

With a grin on our face,
We are looking at our friends’ corpses
And with no smile,
We are waiting for our turns.

Ahmad Shamlu


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