Sadeq Hedayat Poem by Madrason .

Omar called me in to the Marne
I needed to drown my sadness
I needed some proof of Bardo
whirling in to Rilkes spins
in search of why or hows
I tried to give
the grey owl eyes
despised myself with my self lies
to saw the seads of reckoning
but Nietsche turned me down
and frowned just in a gaze at
my love letters to a deceased
and left me but amazed
I tried to ease my conscience
how could the gnawing pain
the feeling of powerlessness
be dealt with not in vain
we are like the owl
but we are too blind
to solve the problems
of mankind
but those who know
and those who knew
boy could they listen! M