I Think All the Stars... By Fareed Marof July-Sept. 1998 Lemar-Aftaab I THINK ALL THE STARS have moved to a lost universe, And in the city, the silent city I didn’t see anything, but pale ancient statues, I think I’m dead And the dark night continues to finish its gloomy dark path, A path full of holes and traps swallowing strangers like me All my memories run before my eyes I pause to listen; no sounds, I look to see; no movement, And all the power in my body can’t even move dust. I imagine the earth shaking all around my lifeless body, And pleading hands from the holes like a begger’s hands are reaching for me, It’s cold The wind is blowing against my path, Is there anyone who is not afraid of looking at this dry pale face? I scream Isn’t it time for this dungeon to unlock its doors? And let the sky rain on this land thirsty for life? My voice echoes, The wind is no longer blowing, A bird in the far distance is bidding the night goodbye And my lifeless body stays still. Copyright © 1998 Aftaabzad Publications. All Rights Reserved. May not be duplicated or distributed in any form without permission.