I am tired of carrying this corpse

If it was going, it was moving

and remaining silent

The only name I wanted to know

It was freedom

The streets are crowded

But no one sees me

Each step is like repeating a command

And every look is devoid of grace

My hands are still open to grab something

But there is nothing left to take

They have been seeing me for years

But no one sees me

and me

with a still beating heart

#behnammohtarami#