Seven Poem by Ali Aaj

I was conversing about my pities
With a captive rose among the weeds,
In a plain land with exhausting hills
Nipped to the sky and made it hard to breathe.
“How would if I was in place of thee? ”
I said it softly beside her ears,
Simple was the response: “you won’t bear its cheers,
You’re the one who’s always been in tears,
With eternal Lust you yearn to release
Or the Greed for every chances to seize
So have you asked yourself why your Envy never cease.
Gluttony, Wrath, Pride and Sloth are still your sins.