I’m thinking of a house

 

For my dear daughter, Shirin

I’m thinking of a house

 

 

How can I narrate my story

To no one

Just wind blowing to nowhere.

 

Let me tell you

Each story has a hero

Fighting for nothing

But nothing is everything.

 

If I want to look outside

I see a tree, bending in storm

Not willing to yield.

 

I’m thinking of a house

With a window to horizon

And beating hearts in silence

But words flowing in colors

Hatred melts in a smile

And an ocean of love.

 

I’m thinking of a house

With a rooted tree

Growing and growing

To give a shade to breathing hearts

In silence