Talking About Thee Poem by Amin Zaini

The sunless desert is full of cold pleasure
The gray river has no beholder
Lilies have leaned their heads on one another
They are talking about the Big died Brother

The delicate wind caresses them gently
Avoiding the wind’s sharp ear, slyly
They decided to speak softly

It’s thousands of years that we have been deceased
Cowardly, they are talking about I and thee
The deserted world still fears humanity