ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻓﮑــﺮﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻣــﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ . . .

ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻓﮑــﺮﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻣــﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ . . .
ﻫﻤﯿــﻦ ﺭﻭﺯﻫــﺎ ﯾﮏ ﺳﺒــﺪِ ﭼﻮﺑــﯽ ﺑــَﺮﺩﺍﺭﻡ
ﯾــﮏ ﻟﻘﻤــﻪ ﺑــﺮﺍﯼِ ﺧــﻮﺩﻡ
ﯾــﮏ ﻟﻘﻤــﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼِ ﺗـــﻮ
ﯾــﮏ ﻓﻼ‌ﮐــﺲ ﭘـــُﺮ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺎﯼ . . .
ﻭ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﺳــﺖ ﺧﻂ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺷﺘــﻪ ﻫﺎﯼِ ﺧﺼﻮﺻﯿـﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﯼِ " ﺗـــﻮ "ﺑــَﺮﺩﺍﺭﻡ . . .(!)
ﯾــﮏ ﺭﻭﺳـﺮﯼِ ﺳﭙــﯿﺪ ﺑﺎ ﮔﻞ ﻫــﺎﯼِ ﺻــﺪ ﺭﻧـﮓ
ﻭ ﯾﮏ ﭘﯿﺮﺍﻫــﻦِ ﺳﺎﺩﻩ ﯼ ﺳــﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﭙﻮﺷــﻢ . . .
ﺑـﻪ ﻗــﻮﻝِ ﻗﺪﯾﻤــﯽ ﻫﺎ ﺳﺮﺧــﺎﺏ ﺳﻔــﯿﺪ ﺁﺏ ﻫــﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺻﻮﺭﺗــﻢ ﺑﺰﻧــﻢ . . .
ﺑــﺮﻭﻡ ﺑﻨﺸﯿﻨــﻢ ﺭﻭﯼِ ﯾــﮏ ﻧﯿﻤﮑــﺖ
ﮐﻨﺎﺭِ ﺁﺳﻤـﺎﻥِ ﺁﺑــﯽِ ﺧــﺪﺍ
ﺑﺮﺍﯾــﺖ ﭼــﺎﯼ ﺩﺍﺭﭼﯿـﻦ ﺑـﺮﯾــﺰﻡ
ﻭ ﻟﻘﻤــﻪ ﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺑﮕــﺬﺍﺭﻡ ﺩﺭ ﯾـﮏ ﺑﺸــﻘﺎﺏِ ﮔﻞ ﺳُــﺮﺧﯽ
ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤــﺎﻥ ﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻨﺠــﻪ ﯼ ﻗﺪﯾﻤـﯽ ﻫﺎ ﭘـُﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ . . .
ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤــﺎﻥ ﻫﺎ ﮐــﻪ ﻣــﺎﺩﺭﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﺗﻨﻬـﺎ ﻭﻗــﺖ ﻫﺎﯾـﯽ ﺑﯿـﺮﻭﻥ ﻣـﯽ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ ﮐـﻪ
ﻣﯽ ﺧــﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﻝِ ﭘــﺪﺭﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﺭﺍ ﻧــﻮﺍﺯﺵ ﺩﻫــﺪ . . .(!)
ﭼﻬـﺎﺭ ﺯﺍﻧــﻮ ﻣﯽ ﻧﺸﯿﻨــﻢ ﺭﻭﯼِ ﻧﯿﻤــﮑﺖ
ﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﻧــﻢ ﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﻧــﻢ!
ﺍﮔــﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﯼ ﻣــﯽ ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪﯼ ..
ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐــﺎﺭﻫﺎﯾﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﮔﺎﻫــﯽ ﻫﯿــﭻ ﻫﻢ
ﺷﺒــﯿﻪِ ﯾﮏ ﺩﺧﺘــﺮﮎِ ﺑﯿﺴﺖ ﺳـﺎﻟﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ . . . (!)
ﺍﻣــﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻫــﻢ ﻣــﯽ ﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺗــﻮ ﻣﯽ ﺁﯾــﯽ
ﻣﯽ ﻧﺸﯿﻨــﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺮﺍﯾــﺖ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﺳــﺖ ﺧﻂ ﻣــﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢ
ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻧــﻢ ﻭ ﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﻧــﻢ ﻣﯽ ﺷــﻨﻮﯼ
ﺑﻌــﺪ ﺧــﻮﺩﻡ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻤــﯽ ﮐَﺞ ﻣــﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ
ﻭ ﻣﯽ ﮔﻮﯾــﻢ : ﻋﺰﯾـــﺰﻡ ! ﭼﺎﯾـﺖ ﺳـَﺮﺩ ﺷـﺪ . . .
ﻣــﯽ ﺑﯿﻨـﯽ ؟
ﻣـﻦ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺍﯾﻨﺠــﺎ ﺯﻧــﺪﮔﯽ ﻣــﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ . . .
ﮐﻨــﺎﺭِ ﺁﺳــﻤﺎﻥِ ﺧﺪﺍﯾــﯽ ﮐﻪ
ﺧﻨــﺪﻩ ﻫــﺎﯼِ ﻧﺎﺏَ ﻡ ﺭﺍ
ﯾــﮏ ﮔﻮﺷـﻪ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘــﻪ
ﺗــﺎ ﺧﺮﺝِ
ﺧﺴﺘﮕــﯽ ﻫﺎﯾﺖ ﮐﻨــﻢ . . ./.