Since I remember things,
the past became ill,
And the night is a swing between two palm trees,
then,
the sky aborted her fetus,
And she turned a blind eye.

Since I forget,
today he is walking on crutches.
rain took off his cloak,
He prayed two rak'ahs.

Since I arrived
in between,
level everything,
My shadow standing claiming the two kisses,
I stuck my forefinger in the mud,
And I grew up.

Painting by Amir Khatin