Chameleon
Poor chameleon
does not know
that changing color
is not merely
a change
of skin.
Sometimes
the color it wears
passes through its skin,
enters its blood,
and travels
so deep
that eventually
even it
does not know
whether this
is the green
of the leaves,
or
a shadow of green
that clings to it,
or
whether
itself
has become
a shadow
of green.
آفتاب‌پرست
بیچاره آفتاب‌پرست
نمی‌داند
تغییرِ رنگ
فقط
تغییرِ رنگِ پوست
.نیست
گاهی
رنگی که می‌پوشد
،از پوستش عبور می‌کند
،واردِ خونش می‌شود
آن‌قدر
پیش می‌رود
که دیگر
خودش هم
نمی‌داند
،این
سبزِ برگ است
یا
سایه‌ای از سبز
که به او
،مانده است
و یا
او
سایه‌ای از
سبز
.شده است
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2026 15:48
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Comments2
We have had chameleons and they are wonderful and most beautiful creatures but I think this poem goes deeper than the skin. We all disguise things through change when we are out and blend into our surroundings sometimes forgetting who we really are. Nicely written and a wonderful metaphor.
Fantastic.
Thank you.
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