Poetry
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By: Anwar Abasi (Haras) Translator: Ata miraki . After the illness enfolded in time in the red tongue war rely on the travel’s saint the road refugee the time immigrainet* / language too who am I to sit in place more comfortably than a baby and sometimes a kick an argument in time in language…
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By: Anwar Abasi (Haras) Translator: Sharmin Salehi . In beach river not much time dead On the beach not much time my dry I’m rowing I’m rowing you rowing rowing rowing rowing With the rhythm of the river not much time dead rowing with hands and arm not low tired the fish not much time…
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by: Anwar Abasi (Haras) translator: Daliya Rauof . I should have died I should have been dead Perhaps I should have been killed by a mine blast with a severed leg and arm, my eyes popping out of my head I had bleeding until I passed away purely whitishly Or perhaps by a hangman’s rope…
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by: Anwar Abasi (Haras) translator: Ata Miraki . Oh, you! disappeared throughout the ages where are you? I’m constantly looking for you although can’t find you waiting for you but you’re not comin’ extremely exhausted by fighting for a while I want to put my head on your chest’s softness then whisper: sweetheart, how nice…