A Poem in Two Parts

Will these hands that write
One day decay in the grave?
Will the marks of a noose be on them?
Will these hands that write
Not reach their goals
Hanging from a final noose?

Don’t forget
Don’t untie my blindfold
There’s nothing left for me to see
Nor open my hands
My chest will be filled with dirt
Just lend me a pair of shoes
Because there’s a long road in the dark
Left for me

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About the Author

Houman Azizi is a poet and coeditor of Maniha literary magazine. He lives in Sweden with his wife, Maryam Hooleh, also a poet.