Cinnamoned Season Poem by fraidoon warasta

history
doesn't retire
and does

to be depressed
neglected and
desperate

is the essence
of this lonesome
autumn

but not for
everyone
of course

the overgrown colours
of this cinnamoned
season

cannot
cheer up
everyone

some want
the return of
the buried vanished

sun
behind
our thoughts

some are deprived
of their rights
not to be wrong

some swim
and sink
in the stream

of spree
and
entertainments

some
marginalized
to no limit

some pushed
through
a daunting dusk

through the
cawing crows
of night

some are
thrown
in the lap

of lady art
insanity
rausch

infinite
dwells
in the finite

and some losing
consolation
in their dead gods

freedom is
a dream baby
never grown


fraidoon warasta
09 november 2021
limburg