Homeless dreams

By: Nouzad Jaadan

The English Review : Croatian poetess Maja Klaric

In the parting of roads

The old pain remembers the lights of streets

When I slept under a dark shawl

Counted the stars as hypnotized

Used rubbish as my pillow

And talked to a homeless dog

Hey, fellow! We walk by the restaurants just to feel the smell

Every day they kick us in our backs

I am like you but there is one difference

I have emotions and you don’t

I am human and you’re an animal

I walk without a track

This is my journey

The lights are turned off and the city is asleep

Except for me

I sit with my silence

My silence increases very quickly

Hey, human! I am like you

My fate is like a star in the shiny sky

That day I dreamed without sleeping

I saw my country

The sun stood in my face

Like a cross in a church

Like a mosque

Are these dreams guilty?

I sang the losers’ song

On our day of mourning

When we left the country

Night kohl dyed the crescent black

We took a strange route to a beach

The sea was a traitor

The anchors in the sand came and went

Losing us

Wicked sand, oh, wicked!

A hill appeared nearby

The sight of a road with a red carpet was

Incredible, my friend

The eyes, often lying,

Asked dreams about it

Ask the night for any type of suppression model

Reaching for a string of cloth

We wear dreams as dresses without sleeves

Above the knee

Shameful dresses, shameful!

I believe in these homeless dreams

Hey, my friends! Accept me as a weak light

By your side in a dark night