Comments about Sina Farajzadeh
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.
And now all, me, she, we
Are alone, hopeless, can't you see?
Everything's cold, even my tree
Of knowledge which makes me free.
Full with emotins she weeps,
Me too, all we do, no kiss with our lips.
The clothes of wolves are now wore by sheeps
That's why I kill the nights by my sleeps
Forgive me, forgive us, for what we have done,
And we shouldn't, and for what we haven't done,
But we ...
Lovely You are with no Love,
Willing I am with no Will,
When stone-hearteds around You,
Even Begging of Love has no result for thou!
O Poets' Poet you should've been Living Now,
Then you'd have no beloveds nor nymphs and wonder how,
Beggars are Kings and Lovers Dead in this Time,
This is when I end my Rhyme.