Hadi Khojinian
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Labour
I put down the crown of vanity under my feet
I swear to myself
To live and breath only your air
I wash my eyes from time to time
So as not to let the freshness of your eyes get old
I soak my body in your scent
That takes me to paradise
Where I am please that
I exist
I am giving birth for you
Giving birth to the
Infant of my heart
Labour
was not hard , but agony
My baby doesn’t know anything
What is wrong ? or what the world is ?
He doesn’t see black or white
Every thing is green
Every thing is orange
Every where is colourful
I can’t feed him
May I beg you to nurse him
While I am gone
They say your milk
Revives the dead
So my baby will grow
While I am gone
Come and take him
He is moaning
No
He is wailing
I can’t do any thing more for him
Please take care not to catch cold
I go out for a while
I need a break from all these
May be
I should go some where
I should meet some body
I should do some thing
I close the door by myself
I don’t want you to bother
I washed windows last night
Because
If tomorrow isn’t rainy
Sun will shine on
You and my babay
I’ll come back some time
If
The time comes
By Hadi Khojinian


