A Bird is A Bird

Abbas Saffari

When I draw open this curtain
A TV antenna
And often A few red robins Decorate my morning.
But it is not a scarcity of windows
That has brought me here
This rectangular blue I could have had
Anywhere else.
Birds too
All over the world
Sit in such a way
That their velvety breasts
Are within eye’s reach
Now, red robins or black crows,
What difference does it make?
A bird Is a bird.

To be honest,
I don’t remember
What I’ve come here for
Surely, must have been an important reason
One doesn’t just Make a vagabond of oneself for no reason.
When I remember I will finish this poem…

Read the original Persian poem here.