Treasure Island

Framarz Bagheri

(1962 / Lahijan-Iran)

A post modern lover


Make me blind
Make me deaf
Make me dumb
I want to go on a sedate journey
Across your cryptic body!

Submitted: Monday, July 07, 2008
Edited: Saturday, September 27, 2008
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  • Nooruddeen Mm (7/1/2009 1:23:00 AM)

    Dear Framarz
    It is the initial stage of a lover, not only for the post modern Lover. But course of time will make changes.

    A small but good one.
    Rgds
    Nooruddeen (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (10/4/2008 5:38:00 PM)

    close eyes tracing
    every contours
    of your body
    to the beat of melody
    i surrender to warm touching
    across this long lost course.

    thanks.md. you have very beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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