Mehran Sirani Poems

With an Old Testament in one hand,
And bloody sword in another one,
The messengers of hate, terror and horror, in vain,
Want to compel us to a regressive time travel,
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In my endless gloomy world
When AM or PM of time is meaningless
When boundary between day and night is disordered
When four seasons seem soullessly just one-colored
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I’ve never been scared of the death,
Nor have been worried to reach the end.
More than death or any other nasty event,
I’m worried to die among baffled shadows,
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Touch my hand
Hear my whisper
Feel my heartbeat
Explore a new world
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In one of these dark and icy days,
A wild sparrow will land in your garden;
Among those frozen beautiful violas;
Those, we planted them with our love;
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Playing the role of a neutral judge
Between a rebellious passionate heart
And a stubborn logical mind
Means living in an eternal hell for ever
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While, he was trying to fly high,
Ugly vultures masked with smiley faces,
Wrapped in the dark square caps,
Shackled him on the ground,
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For all the sins that i could do,
But I didn’t in the entire my life,
Burn my body after my death;
And throw my ashes into an ocean.
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You might be able to deprive me from all universal rights by all means. But, you can’t deny my factual presence, because I truly exist. You might be able to chain my soul in an extremely dirty cage. But you can’t keep me silent; cause my rebellious soul inevitably escapes from every Bastillion prison you build. You might be able to cut out my tongue with the best sword you have, in a sense that I can’t spell a single word anymore. But, you can’t keep me silent; Cause my sharp words penetrate through every solid dam you construct. You might be able to crush all my fingers under the heaviest hammer you have, in a sense that I can’t hold a single pen anymore. But again, you can’t keep me silent; cause my intense roar awakens hundreds hibernated birds around the world. You might be able to lock me down, totally blindfolded in the deepest and darkest crypt in your horrendous filthy castle, in a sense that I can’t feel the magic warmth of the sun anymore. But again, you can’t keep me silent; cause my heartsome thoughts reach thousands marginalized birds around the globe through the air. You might be able to slice my body into pieces and throw away each part in every hot, arid, and uninhabitable desert around the world, in an effort to completely erase my existence from human history. But again, you can’t keep me silent anymore. Because, each slice of my body sends out root, flourish and become a robust tree. Each tree would become a permanent sacred sanctuary for millions exhausted, and deprived love birds around the world, which all of them constantly and simultaneously perform a single universal symphony: The Universal Symphony of Freedom and Equality. You can’t keep me silent anymore, because I orchestrate the miraculous notes of the symphony by my sharp and explicit words beyond your devilish will, illegitimate power and dysfunctional authority. You can’t keep me silent anymore, because, I frankly exist; because I’m the voice of those billions oppressed love birds around the world.
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Could have shown you
How love birds are flirting
Secretly under torrential rain
When the sky is rumbling
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