 Windless in Bam
By Slater Bakhtavar
January 5, 2004
iranian.com
It's windless in Bam
Out in the winter blaze
I saw a dead generation
Scattered around an ancient city
Bodies piled up, and crumbled
In a motionless stench
These bodies sat dry!
Hopeless!
Breathless!
They're searching for recognition
Acceptance of their identity
Then I felt a brisk breeze
Sliding through the dead sky
A vivid light holding new breathe
Spawning into a chameleon being
I felt the compassion of innocent children
I felt the sacrifice of innocent mothers
I felt the purity of innocent souls
The light beams embraced a lost city
Like flakes they feel in triumph
Into the mouth of the dead
With entrance of a new breathe
Shadow of a vibrate existence
The souls stood with bright life
Rejoicing towards a heavenly light
Ascension.
It's windless in Bam
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