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Asia was a golden ring that my fathers put it to my finger.
Many years ago they made me get married. They shroud my daughters.
Asia become a ring of fire. I have to jump through it.
Living is a circuse and it's men curl the ring in my ears.
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I am a harem lady, I have died many centuries ago.
My daughters are your bondmaids. I am a deceived mother.
Kingdom by kingdom laugh. Get drunk, and laugh louder.
Become a scourge, and kiss me. I inherited the pain.
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Ghazal is one of the form of Iranian poem which is full of eathetic points, and innovations. Unbaised stance, it is the most popular, appealing, and seeking form. The depth of understanding is needed. The age of it is more than 10000 years. Ghazal is rhythmatical, and there will not be any limitation about keeping the rhythm if the poets are experienced. But this form is the most difficult one. The poets who chose this form should be very proffessional, radiant, and sagacious enough to hunt the miracles of the words for sending them to this pretty, and exceeding spcae, Ghazal.
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I love you disheveled. Why do you want comb?
If you trap, I will be ensnared. Why do you want bait?
I will swing around you for ever. Burn! Enjoy!
You burned poet. Why do you want butterfly?
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The place of your whipes
Made me like a female tiger
That
likes to bear the male tiges.
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Fog or steam? A halo of ambiguty
Is this a towle or a sea wead on your shoulders?
This shapeless is not made of sand
This is my body empty of yur arms
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The stream stood to water the cloud that snow sat
Drainpipe is the nose of a roof that caught a cold
There are snowmans in the street, step by step
There is no hope to this clan who prays snow
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Asia

Asia was a golden ring that my fathers put it to my finger.
Many years ago they made me get married. They shroud my daughters.
Asia become a ring of fire. I have to jump through it.
Living is a circuse and it's men curl the ring in my ears.
A country where the black boots crushed my destiny under their foot.
They tamed and uprooted the wild shrubby raspderry.
War means pick up your gun and shoot my buttons.
The bare and injuried men wear my pieces.
Asia became a ring of a rope thet put itslf to my neck.
Their gallows tree became my pen,
Not to say what they did with my country.

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Mahmuod Shahidi 28 August 2012

that is a poem mostly about forgotten love..Word such as bathroom, breeze, mirror are sighns of this chaim.

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