Begin­ning of life

The beginning of life was

That I did not exist.

There was a mother.

She was my God.

It was an unrequited love.

There was a father.

He was never there.

The body came to rest

But not the mind.

I was without solace.

The sister wanted to be a mother to me.

But she was tired.

I loved the mother.

She died.

I wanted to leave

And I stayed.

I wanted to stay

And I left.

Leaving was not important

And neither was staying.

I was important,

I, who did not exist.

Brief portrait Mohamad Mashghdost