Two centuries of silence <br /> <br />Though nothing on my neck I can feel the garrote <br />I am choked and it hurts <br />Words blocked and inside; fire's set on my tongue <br />I am forced not to talk <br />What-a world I live in, burning hell, help me leave <br /> <br />I must shout <br />I must shout <br /> <br />Help me get to desert; there sky is a sky, has stars <br />Or take me to wide sea with no shore and endless <br /> <br />I'm tired of people of this life <br />I have been to Andes, to Apu <br /> <br />I was born in Iran and know her history ‘in writing' <br />Read the book of silence <br />It is two centuries; great man is writer (Zarrinkoub) <br /> <br />Then you see I am right <br />I must shout ‘very loud'<br /><br />Nassy Fesharaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-centures-of-silence/
