Coming Soon

The stretched bare land Reaches the infinity And there's a small security billet At the entrance of the barbed wire fence. And the board says; 'A special Hospital complex, The proposed skyscraper is the tallest building in the World.' I walk nearly ten miles from my shack everyday to this place Along the road back to normality. The guard from the new generation Though he's like my son I call him brother! We used to chat a long and whenever I go there I am broke. This polite brother offer me a pull out of his non-filter cigarette And we smoke fifty fifty to our defeated lungs. Days, months and years passed And the boy is already a middle aged now And I am in my final list? In my tattered Resume for the post of Carpenter Some letters were already disappeared. The project won't be a success as some restrictions from the Top Because the top floor of the building is very close to the Heaven it seems! *Still I remember the first salary [my first job is a power-loom weaver] which I gave to my poor Mom, then she said; ' One day my son goes to the Heaven! '