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Norooz

Another New Year came and went,

With no celebration and no joy.

Not a word from a single soul,

Not a call from a friend or foe.

No greeting, no Happy New Year wishes,

No feasting, no festive dishes.

Just a reminder of one’s poor lot

Living abroad till he rots

Getting one step closer to the grave,

One less year of exile he has to brave.

Persepolis, Iran

(photographer: A. Majdfar)