Kaaj

Abandoned like a tree
in the middle of the hot desert,
marked by the wounds of countless touches,
I long for the immeasurableness of your embrace,
to encompass the expanse
of my insecurities.

There I sit now
with weight of your misery,
destroyed like Kaaj¹,
under a sad sky
that sheds its sorrows, drop by drop,
battered by gusts of wind
by the scent of dry cold.
The muffled voice of loneliness pours out,
the cramped feeling of foreignness.

There I sit, thinking of you,
the forbidden bouquets of flowers.
In grief over the failed laughter
and the tired faces of the migrating birds
and women left behind.
Time slipping away,
caught between despair and confidence.

Me and the emptiness you left behind,
let out a sigh
because you did not return.

With rainy eyes,
my heart longs for you,
despite all ruptures.

You bird of tranquillity
take me into your arms for a moment,
me and my generation.