In order to reach
that scintillating part
by the lakeside,
one needs to cross the leper colony.
Isn't this what Farrokhzad taught us?
A leper imagines
God to be a leper as well.
How sublime!
Isn't this what religious scriptures teach us?
On our way a leper
raised his hand.
Was he greeting or
exhibiting to us his ailment?
We could not make
any sense of the gesture.
Thereafter,
capturing random photos around,
gossiping and fiddling
with our smartphones,
we left the spot
ready to brave the world once again:
we, the conscience lepers.
