Prize Possession Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

Doors were closed as you came in sight
Doorbells was broken when you touched
They drew the curtain turned out the light
Peeking out the window till you cleared out

Turn your head up look the sky in the night
How stars twinkle as you look at them alone
The moonlight shines with your eyes' light
They know the value of your presence down

Listen to the silence of broken doorbells outright
Sing your song aloud, let them envy your sound
Wear the armor of aplomb get ready to new fight
Fire the defeats blocking you to begin a new round

You can open again the door of all treasure
The doorbells would sing lovely for you as old
But you are begetter them giving all pleasure
Your being is the prize possession in the world