* to AmirAli my little son
Don't make your little world big in vain
With your own hands don't make the lamb imprisoned by the wolf
Scatter your toys in your childhood city and stand still here
Drive your dear toy cars in whatever way you like
One day you, like your father, will sigh
While you are miles away from these days and say:
'What if I could have stood at the back of that period's red light?
And stop happening whatever bad in my own city! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem