by Reza Shirmarz
I don’t like the words
“good bye”
between your lips.
Tell the pigeons
the story
of my gradual death.
Let everything
in my home
be worm-eaten.
I have wished
always
to be a stone
in a mountain,
a tree
in a jungle,
a pigeon
among clouds,
a book
flying over the dreams…
I don’t like the word
“hello”
hidden
in your heart.
- Share this Poem:
ABOUT THE POET ~
Reza Shirmarz is an Iranian published playwright, poet, literary translator, researcher and a full member of Chartered Institute of Linguists. He has published 37 books in Iran, both written and translations. He writes plays, poems, articles and novels in Farsi and English. His fist collection of poems written in English is titled "My Paintings" which has been translated into Greek and French. He also rewrote his poems in his mother tongue later...
Last updated September 16, 2015