A formless dress | Parwiz Zabihgholami | Poem
By: Parwiz Zabihgholami
Translator: Daliya Raouf
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At first, I was nonexistent.
A formless dress
In the closet of an anfal victim man.
neighbours say: in the grave where you were found
There, Just the head of a poet,
hands of a laborer, and
Foot of a living soldier
Now I exist
Perhaps I am a laborer
Frustrated by my inability to fight,
So I write poems.
