hajm-e-sabz (green space)
Poem name : THE SOUND OF MEETING

Basket in hand I walked to the marketplace, it was morning

Basket in hand I walked to the marketplace, it was morning
Fruits were singing
Fruits were singing in the sun
On the trays, life was dreaming of eternal surfaces on the perfection of skins
The anxiety of orchards beamed under the shadow of every fruit
Now and then a some unknown thing floated in the shining of quinces
Each pomegranate extended its color to the land
Of the pious
But alas the vision of fellow citizens
Was a tangent on the radius of sour oranges?

I returned home. Mother asked
“Have you bought any fruit from the marketplace?”
-How can this basket contain the fruits of eternity?”
-“I told you to buy a pound of fine pomegranates”
-“I tried a pomegranate
Its extension was beyond this basket.”
What shall we do for lunch – “How about the quinces…”?

At noon the image of the quince in the mirrors moved to the farthest edge of life

At noon the image of the quince in the mirrors moved to the farthest edge of life