Fear Poem by Masoud Azadbakht

The dog runs in vain

His shepherd is a wolf

The chicken sells its chickens

I fasten my belt

I do not need Sohrab's imaginary boat

A horrible look in silence

Spring weather change

He didn't laugh, but a hole fell in his lips

I'm scared

The sound of breaths rising from the grave

Scattering of thoughts

Above the cloud of desires

Burning flames coming from the inside

It dries up all the strings of hope

Here

Right now

The table clothes are empty of bread

Tears of embarrassment on the dry width of the face

He look the child's hands to the wheat field.

The book of Hello Morning page 46