The Criminal Man Poem by Baharak Barzin
The Criminal Man
Oh the poor one
you are asking me why I love you
But I am sure you know about love nothing
Not even like the Ripper
But for sure lesser
you are so cruel to ask me so
you are asking me to leave
But I am sure you know about attachment nothing
Not even like the baby feeding his mouth
But for sure lesser
you are so cruel to ask me so
hey little Criminal
Has your heart ever taken your permission to beat?
Or she shamefully does what she wants
She beats you
You never rumble
She will stop beating
you can't complain
Remember 1665, London
Did the Plague take permission to kill?
Did she take permission to torment innocents?
She killed, she stole and she took
They never complained
They just prayed
I am a heart
I am the Plague
I beat
I kill
I steal
and
I take
You can’t defy me
Just pray
Wow! This poem is uncompromising in its expose of evil intentions and the damage they case. But there another kind of evil which is a-moral, it just is a power set against our human life. Like the Plague in your poem it kills us for no reason incapable of any emotion good or bad. These are the experiences which challenge out deep beliefs in goodness and hope
Dear Baharak, you think in a beautiful way. the poem contains some deep philosophical notions making the reader contemplate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:59:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pains and sufferings of a love lorn heart.Love is the tormentor that kills and takes the person in its grip without his permission.- - A poem of unique kind, thanks for sharing.