WAR Poem: The Garden, by Ziaeddin Torabi

t was as if nothing had happened at all
there was neither a war nor an enemy
we were sitting by the seashore
under the shadows of the forest
in the middle of a field of petunias

You were kitting
and the kids were playing with the sand,
I was turning the pages of my memoir,
the wind was the only thing happening
and it ruffled the pages of my memoir

I returned to the past, long ago
neither you nor your knitting existed.
I was a kid and I played with a wooden sword
but ,you were not born to have a memory,
remembrance and so the kids

Just, the pages of my memoir turned with the wind
I took a gun and went to fight with an enemy
that did not exist and the war that did not happen at all
But, there, the sea was not calm
nor did any tree have a shadow

and as far as the eye could reach there was a desert
And the sad green flags that were fluttering
In the garden of red tulips
that stretched beyond the horizon
and it was as if nothing had happened at all.