Monday, 7 May 2012


The house of empty eyes is expensive
        let me become a line of dust
God has forgotten to create
a number of people
        let the sound of footsteps linger
        in my desolate eyes

The taste of fire
is a lamp
and the taste of sleep
is man
        pull me as tight as stone
        so people won't know
        I have no tongue
With God's tongue in my mouth
sometimes I become a flower
sometimes a thorn

Give the chains freedom
for man is more of a prison
than they are

I have to die alone
these eyes
this heart
        give them to some
        empty person

                        by Sara Shagufta


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