Two poems of Tuwa Noor

There Will Never Be Dawn

We do not talk about our issues anymore,
even though we don’t have any intention.
This is not a matter like the dragging out of issues
that will cease our relationship to a dead end.
Or even when a desire sprout
an unknown traffic police emerges from nowhere and blocks the avenue.
We treat the balls cautiously like a test cricket batter.

Now, we neglect and avoid many things.
As the mind wishes— let come close and stop here for a moment
and stare to look inside.
That does not happen any longer.

The curtain of windows falls down
And closes long before the dusk,
Rust grasps and grows— even when we are in sleep.

All the windows of our mind close one after one
and are sealed tightly with nail and hammer,
as if no one would ever need the morning sunlight,
and there will be no dawn again.

[Translated by the poet]

Abuse

When you have an opportunity to do something better
you waste it limitlessly.

Since you have a promise of democracy,
you become the worst autocrat in history when the power is captured in a solid grip as you think.

When the time comes for fair judgement
you do injustice shamelessly in the daylight by the name of humanity.

When time comes
you totally forget to keep your promises to do the right job.
When perfect time comes to show your love—
a soft little touch of your hands
or a simple caring word can change a lot of things.
Then you just turn away,
you turn your love into a fume of poison
and throw it over like a ballistic missile.

[Translated by the poet]
Tuwa Noor is a poet.
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