
Memories
I hold my memories dear in this older age
Despite aging being sometimes unattractive and meaningless
Instead of flowers, from unknowns, I sow the seeds of despair
At the moment of duality my memories however come to heal
My memories are gradually disappearing from my mind
Alas, I will get crazy and helpless at the end
My memories are a sea of treasure, but I do not know where they are
Whatever it is, I am the existing, a flame remains of my soul and body
My treasure is imprisoned and hidden in the ruins of my heart
My memories have gotten dull, this is not new, this is not easy
Fellow travelers in the blindfold of life, I cherish our memories
Alas, in this corner, in this isolation, I fell into a loneliness
I wish the wind would spread our ashes on the soil of the homeland, on its plains;
Perhaps some day, daffodils, Persian buttercups, or a willows may sprout from them.
Nosrat Ollah Sarikhani, 2020

