Moon! Moon! Do you hear me?
If you do
Think of me and answer me why my tears fall every night
so patient you are mighty moon!
Do you know why we are wrong?
I heard that you can pray
So near to God you are mysterious moon
Hurts and joys hurt us, please pray for us
You are our guiding light in depth of nights
Give us your purity
as we are about to lose the purity
(Cont.) I guess with this title you can write anything you please and no one can (or should anyway) complain! I see there are other poems on PH with the same title! Perhaps you would change your title a bit to.................................... Iranian Moon Confabulation? To My PoemList. bri :) (cont.)
In psychiatry, confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive (thanks, Google) Wow! I don't think i've heard of the word before now; it is on a growing list of new-to-me words i'll quickly forget! ! So now i know MY diagnosis; is there a cure? (continued) ...
shall think beyond Gondwanaland times? ? Shall I rake ever Gray cell I have? Shall I move every Inch how moon formed from) NO! but you moon as this poet said so beautiful you are teaching us for all our thoughts and staying so mysterious in your Pray! Thank you Poet for a new insight! 10+++!
so touching Poet.. for Moon is only thing we have in near in Cosmos to complain! and the nearest God Like! Love your every line here as so touching! Thank you for sharing Poet! 10++! +++! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Cont.) p.s. we are wrong ..about WHAT? And WHO are we? AND...joys hurt us....really? Which ones? I shall avoid THOSE joys! ! ... OH, RIGHT! It IS a confabulation :)