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At
The Table of The Wind
A Poem by
Mahmud Kianush
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An
old man,
With his back wretchedly bent,
Asking his cane for a dose of life;
And
a young man,
On the galloping horse of pride,
Wanting the whole world
For
his racecourse:
Now,
the
flight of dust,
And
the eyes of regret
Darkened;
Now,
at
the table of the wind
The
Earth waiting
For
a new guest to descend.
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