Miserliness from people
He is always kind to them.
I am here in a place
Where God does not walk in its streets.
He does not care about
Those who have fallen on the road.
Everything closes its doors
In the faces of orphans.
Those whose pockets are old with patience.
Shadows escape from the windows
With fainting tenderness
But their owners cut off hope.
They lock them in the faces of the hungry.
Ignoring is my means of escape.
I raise forgetfulness near the street trees.
I always failed to say, “Yes”
Brought up “No” in Heaven
And insomnia tasted.
I settled myself on the tea
Slept in cafes
In the terraces of the houses
And whenever woke up
Under my head, I saw letters of betrayal waiting.
Published on April 17th, 2023
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