I’ve had a dream that someone is coming. I’ve dreamt of a red star, and my eyes lids keep twitching and my shoes keep snapping to attention and may I go blind if I’m lying. I’ve dreamt of that red star when I wasn’t asleep. Someone is coming, someone is coming someone better, someone whose coming can’t be stopped and handcuffed and thrown in jail, someone who’s been born under Yahya’s old clothes, and day by day grows bigger and bigger, someone from the rain, from the sound of rain splashing, from among the whispering petunias. someone is coming from the sky at Tupkhaneh Square on the night of the fireworks to spread out the table cloth and divide up the bread and pass out the Pepsi and divide up Melli Park and pass out the whooping cough syrup and pass out the slips on registration day and give everybody hospital waiting room numbers and distribute the rubber boots and pass out Fardin movie tickets and give away Sayyed Javad’s daughter’s dresses and give away whatever doesn’t sell and even give us our share. I’ve had a dream.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
hey guys lets take a look at this very marvelous poem of Forugh Farrokhzad one of the greatest Iraniani s poet