Moahammad Maleki

Arrows of poverty darting from throes
Thorns of destitution germinating from thrones

Flood of orphans sprouting on ghettos of misery
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There is a sound within my soul portending a long night of inner-tumult
There is a sound rising from the very compartment of my body
Devouring sanity of logic like a covetous scavenger chewing its victim
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Last night clock stroked 9: 33
Death knocked the door of my isolated room
As if shrouded around a long dark veil
His guise was hidden behind a dull barrier
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Faint light made its way through the slightest rip in
Penetrated deep into sheer gloomy
Fragmented shards of darkness scattering on floor
Oh, asymmetrical look on stagnant floor boding catastrophe for future
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he was drowned in the ocean of burned and dry leaves in the jungle of nothing in nowhere

when he got up he noticed a tattered and shabby shackle in distance
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Bring for me a plate of honey
A decanter of nector, cool and fresh

I shall sacrifice everything by the means of honey
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What has happened to God?
His vestiges on earth are fading out

Sword of grudges and avarices have wounded God upon his throne
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I've forgotten her
And myself, too

Alas
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To whom pulchritude and beauty befits? ? ?
I know very well that it is not apropos for men

Vice versa, beauty hides and conceals a man behind bushes of hypocrisy
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Pure eyes
Rarely fall in love
But when they slump down to the abysmal valley of love
A luminiferous lightening springs out of them and penetrates cornea
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We're looking down to each other
Hurling slanders and maligning to one another

That is the reason we've been fallen away from each other
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Oh, DEATH
I warn thee
that I am equiped with armor of valor before thy snares
And when the moment of departure arrives from routes of salvation
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-We are buds of a profound dream
-Shall we bloom ultimately?
one sunny day?
-Without trembling of any leaf
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