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    Sorituel Poetry




    sweet melodies of rain


    As you yearned for, tonight sweet melodies of rain
    I ,ve offered as a gift
    Life full breeze, privet truths
    I,ve offered as a gift
    As an intokxicant, every breath a drowsy love
    Must have a novel gift
    O love, in the name of creator,love wine
    I,ve offered as a gift
    Today,s fresh legend must have a fresh look
    As gratitude,
    In the name of love a blue-sea fragrant flower
    I,ve offered as a gift
    To quest is joy-giving to percept is life-giving;
    look thoroughly, a joyfol life
    I,v offered as a gift
    Not every thron with a flower has a good mould,
    Darling, a glimpse from eternity
    I,ve offered as a gift

    reza nasr

    ویرایش توسط rezanasr : ۱۳۸۷/۰۸/۲۶ در ساعت ۱۹:۴۲




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    in the name of God

    Dearest Father!

    Dearest father! You are so enfeebled
    Though a winelit soul, Dearest father!

    So enfeebled he is
    No longer hale and hearty
    He stops breathing from time to time
    He whispers the inconvenient truth approaching to his heart

    He senses everything
    Murmurs prayers faintly from time to time,
    Fatal freindlessness and fear, forcefully
    Inspire death dread to him
    Dearest father!
    No strength in the feet to walk,
    No power in the hands to take,
    No vigor in the tongue to talk,
    No, no, to fall asleep? He does not feel like.

    Dearest father!

    Ears hardly hear
    Eyes are of no sight but insight

    No, … he has no words to say
    Or if he does
    No other ear to hear
    No other liveliness and loftiness

    There is no help at this time,
    Dearest father!
    Eye has seen another insight
    Body amalgamates into soul
    Little by little
    Drops of tears become words
    With few, love and affection is explained
    He sighs from the depth of his heart
    Tears roll down his rose cheeks
    Love shines from his eyes and look
    Looking expected at the door
    He falls asleep … Dearest father! …
    And in his dream, he sees, not in a long time
    How,
    His rose cheeks droop in fall

    I wish my heart turned into stone
    I wish I could harrow my heavy heart
    I wish this never happened
    Oh, how colorless is this war
    It is so frightening
    Everywhere has decay color

    The whole road overburdened
    The whole life absurd

    Behind this dark and rocky road
    How lonely was this simple and colorless heart
    Perhaps this is the last tale,

    The black soil tale, our last in love tale
    The poignant tale of Genesis

    Negligence the beginning, middle, and the end

    Oh father, why should I see your sad face

    Why should I see you choked with faultless loneliness


    reza nasr


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