Comments about Yawar Maajed
Autumn Never Rusts Away
Forget the fantasy of the thousand nights,
For, its been centuries and I have been trying to embody just one single imagination
The mammoth of the wish
I have in my heart
Is just this curiosity, unending
Dying for the moment when it will find its destination
But that moment! !
That dreadful moment,
When all the wishes of the heart
Wearing the mourning dresses
In the below freezing cold of time
Leave rust on a world of mine! !
The spring time calls me
from far ahead
from the gardens of my dreams
But the ...