The broken wing
Biography:
Taraneh Javanbakht
I was born in Tehran (Iran) in may 1974. I got my B.S.
degree in chemistry in Tehran in june 1996 and came to
Paris in 1997 in order to complete my studies. I got
my M.S.c and doctorate at Pierre and Marie Curie
University in Paris. I am now resident of Canada and I
live in Montreal. My works have been published in
various literary journals and magazines in Iran. They
contain lyric and modern poems.
The broken wing
The color of its wing,
the sign of freedom.
Flew in the paradise
with other emigrants,
in my long reflection
the wild pretty swan.
It was a captive
for the bad hunters.
Its wing was bloody,
it hurt by an arrow,
the sad broken wing.
Groaning of the pain,
it fell in a vast lake.
It rained intensely.
The tears of the sad sky
kissed its bloody sore.
The swan is in fact
the country of pride.
I dream its flight
again in the sky.
The fatal wave
The drops of the fatal wave,
the wet hand in the wet hand,
intend to become suddenly free,
from the dust of their body.
In the regard of the sad sky,
the scenes of the bloody hands,
a lot of fear, a lot of pain,
our tragic life in this way.
Resulting the rush of death,
the drops of the fatal wave,
unaware of the fence of night,
run away from the light of day.
Sincerely yours,
Taraneh Javanbakht
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