Will I? by Forough F.
Will I climb the ladder of my curiosity once more,
To say hello to the good God who is pacing on the roof of my house?
I feel I have run out of time
I feel it’s the moment
To join one of those papers of history
I feel
Tables are fake distances
Between my hair
And the hands of a sad stranger
Tell me a word!
What else He, who has granted you the kindness of a live body,
Can expect from you except
Your understanding of feeling alive?
Tell me a word!
I am by the window
I am connected to the sun
