Yesterday
A man who was carrying his belly and
Taking it everywhere he went
Bought my childhood
Father smirked
Mother went after the kettle's whistle
Till the cup's rim
Got used to the room's temperature
Today
The door was the shield
Against the attack of my book bag,
And behind that, my legs were dancing
The windows recognize
The exciting passionless kisses
Among clouds of chaos
Faster than any bicycles,
Leaving with trucks
Tomorrow
I would buy a newspaper
Searching for a name for myself

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh