Thirst

By Noozar Elias

A thirst is inside us
the thirst for bold, burning deserts
the thirst for scarlet days
the thirst for wild storms.

Our branches -- cold.
Our roots -- dried up.
Our gardens -- gone.
Our bushes -- withered.

A thirst is inside us
the thirst of many long years
-- many long, voiceless years --
a thirst is inside us -- ardent.
This poem translated from the original Dari by S. Wali Ahmadi was published in Mardom Nama-e Bakhter, August 1997 (Issue 2 & 3). Permission for republication was granted byMardom Nama-e Bakhter



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