The Sun is in Prison
written by: Umid Najjari (Ümid Nəccari)
@UNajjari
The night attacks the city,
The darkness looks at the depression from the balconies.
We saw the children with our ears …
The children’s bicycles- the fire bullets,
Their toys- prisoners!
The sun was cold in their paintings …
The walls standing up like soldiers,
Walls- war.
The shadows two times as us …
Bending our knees,
Standing on our knees in the silence of the words,
… Our palms- for drinking water,
Our palms- birds’ nests,
Our palms- the latest religion.
Just one time listen with your ears,
But don’t listen with your palms!
… Drought on the lips of the beloveds
Kisses- corpora on the tribunes of the mosques,
The explosion of paradise in minarets of the mosques,
Wheelchairs in churches,
Autumn on mats …
A dog is lost in the darkness of the alley …
The doors divorce each other.
Ownerless houses, orphaned houses …
You or others,
No difference!
We- night,
We- soldiers,
We- wall …
At least a handful of windows,
At least you can be a drop of water.
The sun is in prison, the country …!
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