FREE VERSE Poetry: In twists of which chest have you turned into a sigh?, by Armita Khalatbari limaki

In which poem have you fallen asleep, that no rhyme can fill the void of your absence?
In which branch have you nested, that no bird disturbs your peaceful slumber, in essence?
From which river have you fled to the sea, that no tale can tell me about you?
In which abandoned corner of my mind have you hidden,
That you cannot be found in all my wandering thoughts?
Tell me, in which blazing torch have you ignited a flame,
That no glimmer of your presence meets my eyes, even with a shame?
Or in twists of which chest have you turned into a sigh?
Oh, you, my far-fetched desire to have you again in this mundane life,
Tell me, with me, which spring has become the birthplace of your rebirth.
Oh, “youth”, the lost exhilaration of mine and worth.
Now that my eyes have drifted into sleep, yearning to see you once more,
Now that from every delicate curve of your body, my frail form has been cleansed and pured,
Tonight which I knocked on every door, and did not find you out.
Tonight, come to my poetry and speak of yourself loud.
Tell me of the time gone by and the lost world of my youth.
Perhaps a miracle will happen and I will see you once more
Or in the coolness of the morning breeze
Near the twilight of dawn and in the solitude of imagination and sweet release
Only for a moment in my dream
I kiss you as a hopeful old grim.
Take me away from this bewildered, dark world.
Where on every threshold, a curse or a conspiracy is unfurled.
Oh, whoever is an enemy to me but you,
Alas, oh companion lost, oh youth,
Tell me where is that bottle of solace to ease my fatigue?

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