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DADDY!

written by: Anahit Arustamyan

@anonarnune20141

 

There are plenty of flowers in May.
Daddy! Which ones should I take to your grave?
There are some poppies in my hand.
Why are they painted red?
They have been scarlet since the bodies bled.
That war ended on the last century's chest.
Each century makes a fire on its own face.
Daddy! You were a student learning the history of your land.
You became a soldier as the war burned your writing desk.
Many years have passed but we memorize the ninth of May.
Another century has ridden its sledge.
A coming century will sweep my grave.
Isn't the poppy the soil's scarlet nerve?

Anahit Arustamyan

Anahit Arustamyan

I was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. After graduating the university I published some of my earlypoems in the local anthology called ''Garun'' translated into English ''Spring''. My later works were published in different international anthologies and online magazines. I authored paperback books entitled My Intoxicated Ink, The Queen Of Metaphors and e-books entitled My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue and The Phantom's Dolphin. My books are in English and available on Amazon and Lulu.
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