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A Poem by:

Maziar Ouliaei-Nia

Colourful Bar


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I stand

in the middle of a road

closed to the traffic.


For days

my huge hands have dug deeply

the hard dark reality.

Tons of dirt

has been piled up.

Nobody tells me

what's the purpose.


The workers

left for lunch break.

They didn't offer me anything.

I'm not hungry, anyway.



tedious and slow.

No clue

where this road leads to.

Before a pile of dirt

for days

I think about the whole truth.


Maziar Ouliaei-Nia
Copyright © 2002

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