Lost World Poem by Moahammad Maleki
Lost World
I thought world is palace of dreams
The gargantuan shelter of serenity
The castle of assured future
The orchard of nightingales and euphonic birds
The hut of benifical throng
The shack of beauty and love prolong
But it was absolutely wrong
The world is sacred place of defrauders
Those seeking their own interest
Like voracious wolves, grappling with each other
To wrest the treasure of one another
That apparition of throng nowadays
Are resorting to most filthy tricks
To wrest money out of their baren-hand colleagues
What a sordid and smeary world
Where is that of pristice world of sacrosanctity?
Where is that ultimate eutopia?
Disability of finding is of my myopia?
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Beauty of the roses are by its layers and scent but it comes with thorns, Beauty of ring is at the jewel or at least the front surface that polished not the plain surface hidden, Beauty of minds are for who keep thoughts bright not who think bad, Beauty of the world is where freedom, understanding, love stay in residents' hearts not the infected men...There is always beauty everywhere but no dear they still has dark side too...but we can make it beautiful if we want :) you are a peace lover, you are one of the men that working to make world claim its beauty by awaking whom that still living in that lost world to unite with other peace lovers. May this dream come true
Dear soul, It is well said by GOD of absurd Albert Camus that true and pure minds can not flirt with world. I am not negative nor laden with gloomy thoughts but reality sometimes slap you on face so dramatically and severely that you can not keep hold to the nature of love and beauty. We have been born in melancholy And hardships, in pathetic sadness and perpetual grief, in sort of predestined fate and imminent death There is beauty, I consent to it, but if you want to feel love, you must turn the light of insight off.