With every single breath of the clock’s hand
I run step for step beside it
so that, in the marathon of time,
I don’t run out of breath.
Once again,
we arrive
at the end of the beginning.
ماراتن زمان
با تکتک نفسهای عقربه ساعت
پا به پایش میدوم
تا در ماراتن زمان
از نفس نیفتم
باز هم
به پایانِ آغاز
میرسیم
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
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Nicely worded, your poem seems to express a sense of urgency and the struggle to keep pace with the inevitable passage of time, emphasizing the idea that life is a continuous journey.
Thank you very much for your thoughtful response. I appreciate how carefully you engaged with the poem.
A Good poem of time and its effects arriving again at the beginning. Well done
Thank you kindly for your generous words. I am grateful you took the time to read the poem and reflect on its cyclical sense of time—your appreciation is truly encouraging. I was also struck by the similarity between returning to the beginning and a theme present in one of your poems.
You are most welcome. Yes I see life and all things as cyclical in nature rather than linear.
Lovely!!
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words.
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