Ahmad Shamlou
The Flame That Rhymed in Silence
I carved fire into silence, and called it poetry.
They locked me, exiled me, tried to bury my voice under decades of dust. But still, the verses rise—like smoke from a hidden fire. I do not write to be remembered. I write so you won’t forget. If you carry a silence too heavy to name, bring it to me. I’ll show you how to turn it into flame.
What I'm Into: broken mirrors, prison walls, Simin’s laughter, ink-stained hands, French curses at dawn
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