The Bells of Truth

Maryam Bahrami Nejad

It's a nice day, The crows are singing, These spiritual bells Announce the truth three times a day. It's a nice day, The smell of paper is wafting through, Just like the freshly baked bread. Maybe a man or a woman, Nearby, is reading a book. It's a nice day, The raging ocean of my mind Is roaring in my ear. The sky is painting the yellow sickly sun, And I'm whipping the smile. Today the roles will be changed, I may become You, And You may become Me. Maybe, this time there will be no tournament Between "You" and "I", Just like the previous time That they had sent us to a life-time living camp on earth.