79
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)