Sunset
Within the room's corner,
Three souls entwined,
Moon and stars adorned,
...
Some wounds are like windows
Their medicine is darkness...
These windows must remain open!
...
I am Kourush. I was born in a small city called Mozhaj in Iranian Kurdistan (South Kurdistan) . I spent my childhood and youth in that city. I became interested in writing poetry since my teenage years. I published my first collection of poems in 2016, titled 'The Greatest Dictator, ' in Kurdish language. In 2017, I entered the University of Tehran to study a bachelor's degree in Dramatic Literature, and currently, I am a master's student in Dramatic Literature there. Several of my poems and stories have been published in magazines, websites, and newspapers in Iran. For example, the poem 'Kulbar' was published in 2021 in the magazine 'Vazn-e Donya' in Tehran. Also, in the field of literary criticism, one of my research papers was published in the cultural literary magazine 'Wanar' in the Kurdistan region of Iraq.)
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Sunset
Within the room's corner,
Three souls entwined,
Moon and stars adorned,
Gazing upon the western horizon,
Their eyes, a cascade of farewell's tears.
Dawn
By the hallway's window,
Three figures intertwined,
Moon and stars aglow,
Fixated on the eastern expanse,
Their eyes, dewdrops of anticipation's gleam.
Alas, lament befalls us!
Sun of those celestial beings,
Lady Moon's radiant beam,
Before its ascent o'er mountain's crest,
With a fardel filled with luminosity,
In the grasp of an unfamiliar arrow,
Never to rise again,
Never to return.
Today
In life's window's nook,
Three souls intertwined,
Moon and stars aligned,
Through parting, grief, and the innocent sun,
As they fade away, silence and serenity descend.