Hadi Khojinian

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Labour

breast-art1I 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

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