Trapped or Glowing (After execution of Navid Afkari another human rights activist in Iran) I saw dew drops on a spiderweb glowing, in this beautiful morning. Are they trapped, or it’s a place for them to glow? First thing as you woke up in the spiderweb of social media, was that another young brave man is executed, is killed because of rising his voice. He did nothing but cry out our rights, our basic rights. Now, he is killed in favour of real criminals, while we were silent, smothered. I look at the dew drops which will never last after sunshine comes up, but are telling me, glow as yourself, even in your last moment. 176 Valentine’s Day (To 167 passengers and 9 crews killed in flight 752 Tehran on 8th of January 2020) Lying is easy, acquittal is absurd they cannot steal what we dreamed Liars blocked our texts, but cannot torture light if it’s beamed. So, you never find such messages In any black box suspects “Kiss you, I should turn off my phone” “We have fastened our seatbelts”. “So, intimate have we become With their dear retrospect” * You have received all messages that no devices may direct. Received to who it was sent to right to the target, deep into heart: in every light of Sun or Moon I will retrieve, I will restart. In every beam of light, dispersed with restless dance I will fall flowing down, looking for you into your room, I will stroll. In every beam of light, I’ll come rejoiced my restless dancing right to your cheeks, composed with love for one another warm kissing.
*Emily Dickinson, Final Harvest, by Thomas H. Johnson, Back Bay Books, P 318.
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Mansour Noorbakhsh writes poems and stories in both English and Farsi, his first language, and has published books, poems and articles in both languages. His book length poem; “In Search of Shared Wishes” is published in 2017. He tries to be a voice for freedom, human rights and environment in his writings.
He is an Electrical Engineer, P.Eng. and lives with his wife, his daughter and his son in Toronto, Canada.