Smell Of Isolation, Smell Of Separation

Continuance of her life depends on her silence,

she has to be silent and obedient

she knows very well what abeyance is,

what stillness is look like.

She is expert of hiding her sadness,

solitude to her is a usual, accepted phenomenon

there are shadowy shapes, gloomy lines,

and murky frontiers to her.

To her, being ignored, is a reasonable experience,

being alone, is raw and pure element,

being alone, is  customary mode of entity,

being alone, is kismet, destiny, and doom.

Reza Rashidi

She is habituated into a very small world,

no eyelet; no slit, no slot for heading off,

no option to flee from limits and boundaries,

no redemption and exemption.

Non told memories in her realm,

non told utterances in her sphere,

non told fantasies in her imagination,

just remain and stay behind in her bosom.

Smell of isolation, smell of separation,

from comprehending her own life,

from perceiving, recognizing her own existence,

those iron curtains have made her a prisoner,

in her lonesomeness, seclusion, desolating life.