شرکت کامران میرهزار در فستیوال بین المللی شعر رومانی

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چشم فرید ها کور. کامران عزیز تو شایستگی داری.

محترم کامران صاحب سلام من هم به شما تبریک میگم هر روز خبری از یک موفقیت بزرگ از شما می شنوم زنده و پایدار باشید. اگر شما اینقدر معروف نمی شدی خفاشهای مثل فرید تا این حد عصبانی نمی شد به گفته محترم دانش دوست کامران حالا دیگه از معروفترین دانشمندان و شاعران کاملا شناخته شده ای جهان شده است و در تمام دنیا چهره ای آشنا دارد

Poetry by Kamran Mir Hazar
VIRUS WRITING

1.
Writing viruses
And electronic labyrinths
With a blackout and no computer
In a rented house, at seven thousand a month;
Kabul, the Afghan capital!
What silly poem is this?
You ask yourself, is poetry the same lonely words that wander in electronic corridors,
Cut off from their existence,
Thrown away, with no choice but to become a poem?
You watch imagination wandering through paths, over the paths,
You throw the leash at yet another word,
Trying to subdue this wild one,
And if you fail,
You stop functioning,
Like a computer crashed.
2.
There was someone, someone who wrote viruses
Behind a diesel-powered laptop
Looking for URLs and
An anonymous mail would be sent
Connecting you to a site, infected;
“I am from Florida, the USA, and 23 years of age,
Looking for someone to follow the link, and make happy”;
To open the mail and to make someone happy?
First, stop the programs;
Passing through security, typing 97, 98, 99,
Approaching the death of romance between zero and one.
A virus-writer drank half a beer bottle at once;
Then, computer deaths;
First to the east of Paris, a house,
Australia, three minutes more,
A man is waiting out the last minutes of an office shift
Needs to get home;
A party is starting in half an hour;
The Philippines, minutes later,
A 19-year-old girl
In a chat room,
Showing off a used body;
In Egypt, more or less the same time,
And the next morning, Kabul.
3.
You, and you, also you,
Yes, you and also you,
You are all arrested!
4.
They tell me, stop writing!
You write and we’ll show you Guantanamo at home,
You write, we’ll kill you.
Kabul, summer of ’07
Hands in handcuffs, feet tied up;
This is Afghanistan, and this here where it is going,
Dead bodies over dead bodies.
The poem has no choice but to stop writing itself.
This is prison.
5.
They asked a Kabul sparrow
Just what is mankind up to?
The sparrow considered this and died!

کامران بزرگ سلام. این موفقیت بزرگ را به شما تبریک می گویم و یقین دارم که در آینده ای نزدیک ملت افغانستان را نجات می دهی جاودان و پایدار باشی کامران عزیز

کامران جان میگم صدقه سرت شووم شیر مرد افغانستان. حالا شدی جهانی!