The Subdued Wit Poem by Mohsen Zohrab Beigi

___"By a hum from Hollow and a Hey within Pain",
and a rattle in his veins that is sealed from the Rain,
He moans "Is there anyone to howl sin which is guilty of its name?
Dirty Drained Devil crawls at my door,
With boundless begging to foul my soul,
He rejects me, as He needs a Fool,
But the fault is the fault, flow mistakes since he claims "treason! no more".

I always paid my dues,
As they all tied up within willful rules, in serving his woeful woes,
But the faults are his choice,
locked in dumb to meet the tight-lipped truths.

Pleasures, merry-bell, blisses in feelings,
Butterflies, blossoms, or canaries in cheers,
I always recount the full with appeals,
But he scrapes them all with his obstinacies.

OOO Rain, rouse up my sane, nourish my soul,
Hail in his name, unleash the force,
Neither shame nor rules,
As you hold me in the wakeful holes.