
Spring – A poem by Reza Ekvanian
ببینیم
Which alley should we pass through to see the green of spring?
Let’s see that the red blood of happiness does not remain on the pedestrian path! It means that ان
As year after year passes, the news of the arrival of a new year comes to you. پیدا کنیم
It shouldn’t be a new coincidence and we should find the address of happiness where it belongs. بود
Forget and the color of happiness that was in your hand one day. نگی
He grabbed it and took it home with him, one day of longing. را
He kidnapped her and took her away in his imagination, one day he will bring your friends.
They won, draw a line around them! They said fresh spring has arrived from. باید ادامه یابد
We have heard that there is no leave in work and our work must continue. تو میرفت
It is tied to another braid; the last days of February when you were leaving. او همیشه از تو حمایت می کرد
During the war, your brother was drafted; your mother, who always supported you, was also taken.
He squeezed out bitter poems from her breasts, and left only your love behind. ت
For a lifetime, shoulder to shoulder, came to your nights, to your lines. بودی
Stranger pulled; when you were walking alone through the alley and had arrived. بیرون بکش
Bring your father so he can take your blood out of your veins of happiness.
Pull out and leave it in a sealed letter, so you can stay alone.
“Fight with your familiar old words, word by word.”
Poems of death and poems of separation and frozen social poems in تنها خانهای است که همیشه به تو باز است
Abandoned houses are better than your love affairs, they make your heart tremble. Your heart, which is the only house that is always open to you.
It has no color and avoids people’s words.
People repeat the story of your eyes, they don’t think. برد
How spring wants to take away your scent that you have left in my imagination.
Pull out; but you, your scent, which no, you, yourself. است
You have left me, my imagination that has frozen in winter. گلها را
I stay! I go to search for the colors of spring. I go. Not the scent of flowers. کار
Spring brings Eid, not poetry, it has the patience to come! Work management.
The passport says: The security office won’t let you take your life safely, go ahead! کن
As it says: Sit in front of the mirror, and admire your forehead. تا برای خودت برنامهریزی کنی
“Be aware that you have a criminal record and it is better for you to plan for yourself.”
Let’s watch your love as you let it slip away, you’re leaving. ِ دلم
Search for spring, Spring is the name of Iranian girls, in the prison of my heart. زندگی
They live in a red life and are mesmerized by the green arms of life. گردن میکشند
They carry the burden of their loneliness for the coming years, just like they did in the past.
They tie knots together. Spring, the name of a wounded face. Spring, cannot.
Come to the street.
