Thirty and So Have Passed in the World I had to Face
By Marzieh Jahanbani
To Milan Kundera
We live in a world whose face you look at, from whatever side, is dirty and ugly,
and its people get deprived of attraction, and engaged with boredom…
A world which even does not stand our boredom,
and too soon we should sing the song of death.
A world which even death is not the end of its boredom and pain…
A world whose din forces you to embrace silence in haste, where no love remains!
A world whose Manche-like speed of events take humans into the depth of darkness, and changes dreams into nightmares at the same speed…
A world which demands you locate in conformity citadel, wearing various masks,
Where you have to leave engagements for more occupations and work,
Where you have to betray yourself to access success…
A world where you are ransacked, your body and your mind, by their investigation,
Where you are striped of imagination, of dreams, of love, of memory, and of identity…
In a world where friendship has turned to an expedient contract,
And neither one should expect more of the unwritten pact…
In a world where even a kiss is an obligatory contract,
And toilsome for the few who are truly in love…
In a world where losing is a close nightmare, which awaits us,
So close that if you just close your eyes, it will passionately embrace you!
We endure this vicious world in the beam of love,
and the beam becomes our only emotional link to the world.
Love is the only remedy that changes everything,
Not for that our trivialities seem attractive,
But that we turn everything to the subject of our conversations….to enliven love!
To Milan Kundera
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