My Unfulfilled Hiraeth by Rana Zaman

My Unfulfilled Hiraeth

I don’t know if birds have a desire not to fly
I had it since childhood
I fell face down on the ground while flying
My hireath remained unsatisfied in childhood

Growing up, I became optimistic, enjoying the Superman movies
Many times, I have enjoyed Superman
One day, I made that wonderful dress
Flying from the roof, my bones were broken into powder!

Now, I fly from country to country
Sometimes, I float in the kingdom of clouds
I went to the lap of the moon before I blinked
I sit in the womb of the plane, a crippled turtle

Birds come to the side of the plane with crooked eyes
I’m dying to know the level of mocking smile
I closed the window and sat with a pale face
Then I heard the loud sound of bird’s wings

Childhood dreams of flying have given me a wheelchair
Why are they not added to the hands of people?
If people could fly, would the bird be defeated?
Not being able to fly is the perfection of man to be human?

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