Seyyed Bagher Mirshojaee

A lunatic eagle in a suicidal operation twiddled with the tail of an old lion and set it on fire.

The authorities of the jungle gathered to counsel to do something about it;
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*To Michel Foucault
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The little old boy
Free from sorrow and joy
Summons up an imaginary image of life
Of a man who managed to make a magic knife
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This very moment wants to be permanent;
My words raining on the white being blackened paper water the barren field of my words;
In the near future, those passing by the river of poetic time will tell one another another story.
It could not have been in existence;
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One always stands by the square black clouds
Covering the ground and all around
In nice
S s s s s s s s
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The Sea birds learned love on the surface of the ocean;
They built nests and sang songs of the coming season with hope;
Putting their weary wings on water and removing weariness from their bodies.
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To my everlasting love Fatemeh Amirfazli*


Meanwhile we stand face to face,
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Two multiplied by two is equal to one thousand;
You have no business to find fault with me;
You can calculate in whatever way you like.
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Our hands are always full of flowers
. Or bullets
Thus the leaves of the garden are crunched under our ever passing feet.
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I have but these words
To put the most colorful velvet clothes on your body
To bring oceans of spectacles in your eyes
The heavens of songs for your lips
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An apple tired of the tree fell on the ground.

I remember Adam falling in love with Eve
and leaving heaven as a result.
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These are my reasons for life:
Your heavenly smile to change nights into days
A red apple to be eaten half and half
Your eyes to navigate through the oceans
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* to AmirAli my little son

Don't make your little world big in vain
With your own hands don't make the lamb imprisoned by the wolf
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All pass over overlooking the fallen leaves rustling as the transient music of flamboyant fall;
Poets come and place the colorful leaves in their own gardens permanently,
Fondling them with kind fingertips of the breeze
Making them dance on the eternal branches,
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*To Pakistan's people and poets

Lands inundated by devastating, great, heavy, sudden, constant and severe floods in a mad sad summer got us
floundered flummoxed and flustered by its velocity, seriousness; acuteness; rigorousness; harshness, strictness, ruinousness, and deadliness.
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