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November 24, 2025

Different Lines – A Poem by Reza Ekvanian

نکن

“Do not introduce your life and its various problems to me.”

It makes me laugh a little, even though I can’t handle it. Love for me. می‌برد

It becomes precious and erases the lines of happiness from memory.

I am a slave. They want me to forget the lines. از برابرت می‌گذرند

There are many; lines that pass through you. از آنها نیستم

They pass by you and there are many; lines that I am not one of.

I am one of them. In prison, I saw the lines.

I saw prison walls in the courtyard, I saw them in the rooms, I saw them on the walls.

I saw a time when people went from individualism to collectivism. همیشه

“Varied with broken faces and their fate and stories forever”

I, who am a poet in middle age, find pleasure in delightful activities. خطوط زنده توجه کنید

Pay more attention to extinct and forgotten lines than living lines.

I love the forgotten people, their mythical relatives are with me. شادی و سرخوشی به آن‌ها می‌بخشد

Their loneliness gives them a friendly appearance and in their company, they bring joy and happiness to them. نوشته شده

I have a smile on my lips. There are many lines written with pain.

They are being pulled. They are many; lines that carry a sad narrative with them. همیشه با من هستند

And many more; lines that are always with me. پیشانیِ مادرم انداخته‌ام، دنبالم می‌کنند

I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me; sometimes on the street, I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me.

They are tapping my shoulder and I am afraid of turning back and bringing them back. آدم‌ها

I know them and remember each one of them. Among all the people. جوان

“Only lines, just a few lines fallen on the forehead of that young woman.”

It is heartbreaking that it seems like they will never leave my mind.

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September 25, 2016

Different lines Monthly magazine issue number 64 Poetry Reza Akvaniyan ماهنامه خط صلح ماهنامه خط صلح