Banu

It is the unwritten laws
That bind us
That deems our strands
As corrupting agents
Of the nation
And its security

Are we willing
Participants love?

No
Not now
Let us end with that
Question

Love

In the beginning
They tethered
the tongue
of Tahereh
Clenched
Wired
Shut
The mouths
of the Bina’s
Bagged
Dragged
the Parsa’s
All the while
Howling
From the roof tops
Looking for faces
in an unforgiving
and inescapable
moon

waiting
waiting
waiting

In the end...

I never got
To meet my
Khanom joon

Again

Were we willing
Participants
Love?

Can we leave
the affairs
of the state love?

How about our state
of affairs...
when did i n i
become your enemy?

You used me
to work through
yourself

Purpose

I have no purpose

I Love YOU

I used to say it
in a different tongue

but i am
no longer
that talented