Finger print
It is old
It is cheap
Second hand, has been used
It's in hands
Hands of men who are poor
Empty are pockets; yet they care
This brush dusts the dust
What was then; ‘way of life'.
Paternal, maternal or was it world of child?
What was there mind or word with claims?
This brush reveals talks.
It tells us of science; not-written.
It was act and was done.
This brush reveals why we are bad.
This brush has brought finger prints into light.
It reveals why we kill and murder.
Then we mourn and cry.
This brush re-gives life to burned town in Iran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finger prints are crucial evidence ever. Nice poem.