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It was early in the morning of September 11,1990 when a child was born. The event took place in the city of Urmia, North West of Iran. An existence which was not optional for the baby became a force to live. Poor baby, he had no choice over his being, nor on his place of birth, and still nor over the date of it. Now the baby was doomed to grow up and come to understand drab bitterness and moments ... more »
Sina Farajzadeh Poems
Under rain of words I stand,
Can't even wash my brain or hand,
Full of sins, aware and unaware, it's our brand,
To act bad, to hide truth under sand.... more »
Shine, shine, on the ground - dear Sun,
I'm tired and from suffers no longer I can run,
I need your heat, mercy and light,
For relief no longer I can fight,... more »
I'm telling you something which is painful,
But I'm afraid, it's just a fact,
What a world it is? !
What a world we have? !... more »
Alas! The glottonous Earth eats every day
He eats Men day and night with his mouth
The cemetery, and our life becomes black and Grey
Of grief we go east, west, north and south,... more »
A beautiful bird flies and nobody cares,
A cute cat walks and nobody cares,
An earlybird rooster crows and no one hears,
A poor child cries and no one hears,... more »
I said hello
She said hi
I said i love u
She said why... more »
Oh I'm sick, My stomach aches,
I sleep but the pain wakes,
Everybody complains, my parents, my friends,
'Why didn't you take care? ' 's that never ends!... more »
Comments about Sina Farajzadeh
Dears Die
Alas! The glottonous Earth eats every day
He eats Men day and night with his mouth
The cemetery, and our life becomes black and Grey
Of grief we go east, west, north and south,
And fine no thing except being lost and crying
When one is gone we have lots of tears
And the dead are no more here for drying
Our face and stop us from all fears.
'Peace be upon them when they meet the Lord',
When dears die, I always have on my lips this word.
How difficult Really it is about how strong you are as a person. All of these hurdles are there for a reason. I always steer clear of negative people. Very interesting reading. Thank You
Read your poem Story of a cow.Very sad. Je etait tres touche par la douleur, a cause de la mort des betes, the cows.Noticed you used the word abattoir, that is why I wrote you a sentence in French
Makes us think, they are living things and have feelings too
. I am glad I no longer eat red meat.
You have nice feelings, well expressed, original. Felicitation