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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem