I wonder
Why in the midst of hidden truth
We have forgotten the song of love?
I wonder
Why we mourn something that has been dead in our chest?
I wonder
Why between trickles of blood, the naked truth is living?
Why in the thick layers of dawn,
All our stress is sleeping?
I wonder
Why above the dry lakes, the clouds cry with gladness?
Why among the lost happy days
We are searching for the thrill of sadness?
Shahla Latifi
May, 1st 2020