Pandora Poem by Ali Rahimi

Her hair was made of thorn
cause of where she was born
her heart was made of golden threads
but was tied by molten threats
her eyes were like windows to eternity
but were covered by anti-modernity
she was an ocean of emotions
but lived in the desert of separation
she felt restless and rootless
sad helpless and hopeless
Looked at the blue horizon and shouted:
Ledzepplin, Charles Bukowski,
! ! ! Nirvana, Germaine Greer, Hedayat, , Plato
she was modern and ancient. material, carnal and emotional.
Oh God! what a paradox
Pandora.............