"Ding"A Poem by Arsalan...Ding…, ding… The dizzy watch of time at the night of age Contemporary rings the bell. And become depicted on the wall, The veins of my sense. My moment is filled with joy
Or it is polluted with the
verdigris of a pain Maybe since this moment must pass, That if I cry My cry is worthless And if I laugh My laugh is pointless.
Ding…, Ding…
Moments pass. What has been passed, won’t return at last It is a story that,
Will never ever start. It looks like an enigma That Is frozen on the mouth of time. And I move quickly To hang on the wall of the same moment in which Everything has a color of rust. And what remains of this endeavor; Is the hidden laughter of my eyes. And what remain on this figure; Is the trace of my rush.
Ding…
A chance has been taken away. A story reached an end. Moment should pass after moment In order to gain strength, thought in head, The strength that poisoned through my veins, And freed me from the present tense And from a far away distance Has grafted me with a declined phase.
A scene passes,
A scene comes; A role passes after a role, The bell rings on the nail.
The dizzy watch of time at
the night of age Contemporary rings the bell; Ding…, ding…, Ding…
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