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The history of a teardrop

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The history of a teardrop
by Manoucher Parvin
30-Sep-2008
 

"O, my shy teardrop,
 Do you feel the invisible barbed wires
 Tightening around the visible me?
 Comfort me.
 Come into being.
 Tell  being How harsh it is to breathe without love
 And weep without tears."
I hear a teardrop, a voice From the lips of unamed oceans
 From the lips of undated times
 Journeying to me From before names and dates were invented.
"You have forgotten to remember me, Parvin,
 It has been a long time since you have wept".
"True, how true.
 But I will never forget you again, my teardrop.
 Let me see you, let me hear you,
 My liquid pearl.
 Let me touch you, taste you,
 Be comforted by your sweet saltiness."

"I will come to you, but first listen to my tale, to my
dardedel."

 "My ears are waiting for you,  Just as my eyes are waiting for you."
 "I was lost in a poisoned ocean
That struggled not to sleep for the first time,
And struggled not to sleep for the last time.
The ocean that carries grief and joy
On its broad shoulder waves.
 "One day sunrays lifted me up,
Gently, like a baby
And placed me on a white sail
With other teardrops.
We spoke of separations,
Of interruptions,
And reincarnations
As we toured the sky.
"Then a thunderbolt tore into us,
Scattered us,
Throwing us whirling down to earth
And smashing us
Against the toxic and cruel earth.
I felt as if I was the teardrop of a star
Witnessing and weeping for the tragedies on earth mounting up.
 "People, trees, and elephants
Even stars and stones need to weep
No matter how tender, strong, big  
Or distant, or hard they are

Because being is rough
Because we are babies of fate.

And fate is harsh.                
And God is harsh.           

So we were gobbled up.
"I hid myslef inside the ruby seed
Of a pregnant pomegranate.  You love pomegranates,
So you found me.
Yes, that's me--always a teardrop
In different reincarnations.
I am there to grieve with
And I am there to rejoice with,
To weep on finding love,
To weep on losing love,
For you to weep for being  Who you wish not to be.
For you to wish the world
To be what it is not.
 Here I come, Parvin,
Weep for me too."

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