Choman Hardi Poems

Soon they will come. First we will hear
the sound of their boots approaching at dawn
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On a simple sheet of paper,
the moon sent these simple lines
to the sun's house:
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Neither do the white bodies of the universe
say good morning to her
nor do the handmade stars
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It sparks lightning
and broadcasts thunder.
It cancels drought
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Unlike her friends,
she can't boast a waist any more.
Her hips don't swing and sway.
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I'm not here.
What a shame, tomorrow day will break
and I won't be here anymore.
Shame, I won't be here tomorrow
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You do not die! Not when you want to.
Not when you see your strong husband, the big
brother in his own family, kicked bloody by a group
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I was asleep in the middle of a pad
when he started writing on the first page.
The tip of his pen pressed down
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The one you have finished examining
is my son. That is the milky coloured Kurdish
suit his father tailored for him, the blue shirt
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Every day I try to lose them in the streets,
leave them behind in a bend in the road and keep on
walking. But they follow me everywhere, their voices
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