submission by Afrooz Jafarinoor

[Afrooz Jafari noor]

Thank you Doctor for adding me,
Here I resubmit my unpublished poem to be in the right place. ☺️



Butterflies

A thousand butterflies are constantly fluttering  
in my heart and I hear the sound of their wings braking.
I used to want to rise into the sky with my butterflies,
but look, what a cruel jailor I have become
that every day I sweep out of my heart
a handful of shattered colorful wings
and admire myself in the mirror with a foolish smile.

Ever since the day when the butterflies entered
my heart one by one and I calculated
to know how many more were needed
to fly my whole weight in the air,
days and days have passed and waiting
for the day of the flight
I have paralysed the very idea of flight.

I know some day the mirror will be bored too.
Then it will stop reflecting my false smile.
That day, the mirror will show me a woman who
will have a thousand broken wings on her face
but not a single butterfly imprisoned in her heart.
She will sweep the empty jail despite all !