A Sonnet On Your Birthday Poem by Farnood Jahangiri

Barren frozen lands like wastelands of Mars;
The Godforsaken Sun sends its useless heat;
And you wait advent of more distant stars
For your birth to send a greeting deceit.
As a mundane star I send you my wishes,
Brewed by heat of heart than the dry sky,
Before my fire like the celestials ceases
Your heart to heat and your face to glorify.
Thus I do wish you not their empty spark;
I wish abundant lights from you instead.
I wish you not be their doll house’s lark;
Rather I wish your wings beyond skies spread.
Binding to wind’s wings, my wishes I send to you,
Although this wounded wind brings you only few.