Father

To A. Shamloo::

It was somewhere
in between the poetry of Eluard and yours,
that everything started to make sense.
and my being begun to materialize
in the ethereal world.

Reading your poetry
was not a venture,
or thrilling trails,
it was the remembrance
of my own verses.

It was the ecstatic experience
of pains and joy

of being born,
and giving birth.