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BirdSomeday people will find each other, and calmly feed the doves
That day, thoughtfulness will embrace humanity
That day, songs are the sounds of kisses
Each man is brother to each
Each woman is sister to each
Nobody locks their doors anymore
Locks become a myth
A pure, wholesome mind is enough for all
That day, the meaning of each word is love
So you don’t have to look for words in your speeches
That day, the melody of each conversation is living
So, I don’t have to rhyme my words for my poems
That day, on each lip is the smile of kindness
That day, you, you return home, forever
Then compassion will hold the hands of existence to become one
That day, we will feed the doves
They will eat from our hands, with no fear
That day will come!  Will come!
I am waiting for it!
Even, if I don’t exist anymore....feeding

Poem by:            Ahmad Shamloo
Translated by:    Nasreen Pejvack

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