Ali Abdominal 's poetry

‎'Mother me out!'

The alley ended in the night
You were going too fast
And the child...his words...couldn’t keep instep with you
Those days..... up there.....in place of the moon
a woman......sat squatting.....holding a pie

These days, Mother! ....I take it out on the apple
And each day I leave the house to fall in love
but to no avail

The alley ended in me

and tonight of the house I wanted to buy her
just the image of a small window remains open
See! I’m closed down
I have thrown out the windows of the house
Going to buy some salt for the wound I have
and matched some jigsaw pieces of the sea
so you come back from afar

Gone from our mother’s hand,
following the end of the thread that passes through your
sewing machine we are …Fate!

we have not walked at all
we have only trampled up
these footpaths

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Author Ali Abdolrezaei
Translator Abol Froushan