Mr Khalil Dolatyar

A Frog in Metamorphosis Mr Khalil Dolatyar

It is unbelievable, the number of the worlds in which one can live. Depending on the adopted rules for the world, a different life will be experienced. There are worlds in which gravity does not exist, or moon is red, the sun is cold, and/or the earth is flat. There is a world in which the number of its inhabitants is not more than one, and it is dead quiet. It is possible to live on a land that sits on the horns of a cow and shakes with its every move. There is a world in which the clocks have stopped. In such a world, the memories are empty, nothing becomes obsolete, and every experience is unprecedented. One can stand on both hands and make their world upside-down or close their eyes and darken the universe. An indefinite number of worlds can be made. However, death is the constant part of all the worlds. Death threatens all the worlds. Maybe that's why people try to pass on their world. They bring children and leave their world for them. They carve their names on everything and even on their own graves. From a world that will come to an end sooner or later, a sign must remain. Each relic is an island departed from each world. A relic may be a drawing on a wall of a cave or a tower in Paris. These poems are a relic.