Imploring  Hands Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

Merciful lap of my youth
was the nest for unfaithful birds
growing in my arms

They left my dry branches
the bare last breathes of my life

Listen to the sighing birds,
who only stayed with me
flying from the deepest nest of my griefs
carrying drop by drop my heartbeats
Look at them how flutter to color evening
in yellowness of my longing


O my faithful friend
my last hope above my head
Take my imploring hands
raising to your immense grace

Take me in the blueness of your vastness
Put me to the last sleep
in the cradle of loneliness
on the upper ply

O my faithful friend
blue sky