(A poem from the series ‘Closed doors’)

My dear fellow,
Let’s become a taxi driver.
People will tell us true stories
Of their own lives and the country.
Will you tell your mind and heart
To open wider for change?
Ask yourself
if you not have a conflict
With rulers, environment
And your ego.
Let’s come together and closer
To bear a beautiful discrepancy,
To build a life position.
Let me get rid of fantasy.
Or let me reword:
Do I still need to be imprisoned
To get an award?