The more I learn, the less I know
I am like a closed window
The more I run, the less I reach
I am roaming around lost beach
The more I think, the less outcome
There is no peace, there is no home
I am like a tear in eyes
There is no sun, there is no rise
The world full of terror and shock
Weapon set rules rather than talk
Bloodless rose, fearful beast
No differ west it is, or east
An endless road, a tank, a bomb
A girl, her doll, what is our job?
A very poignant poem, Fatemeh. I think that the majority of ALL people just want peace. It is our so called leaders and governments who act selfishly
Thanks for leaving comment dear. Ya. I do agree with you but some extrimist who terror people make world unsafe for all people not matter it is France or USA or Lebnan and... they kill people who dont have much role in politic.
You are a messenger of peace. Beautiful write. Keep up the good work.
Your perceptive comment goes straight to the essence of this powerful plea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this, I join you in feeling great sadness and unfathomable grief. This poem admits helplessness but also carries powerful moral force. Because of horrors witnessed, all of life feels like an act of weeping. When beasts shed the blood of innocents, the rose's pretense of aloofness is a travesty of beauty.