It was early in the morning of the first day of October in the year 1990 when a child was born. It was in the Urmia city in North West of Iran in West Azarbayjan city that an existence which was not optional for the baby became a force to live. Poor kid, he had no choice over his being, nor on his place of birth, and still nor over the date of it. Now the baby had to grow up and come to understand... more »
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Sina Farajzadeh Poems
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.
Shine, shine, on the ground - dear Sun, I'm tired and from suffers no longer I can run, I need your heat, mercy and light, For relief no longer I can fight,
I Said Hello
I said hello She said hi I said i love u She said why
Today she'll go, if not, a day, in another way. Leaving me speechless, with no words to say. She's gone, long ago, far away, From my heart, and I'm not anymore gay.
Alas! The glottonous Earth eats every day He eats Men day and night with his mouth The cemetery, and our life becomes black and Grey Of grief we go east, west, north and south,
A beautiful bird flies and nobody cares, A cute cat walks and nobody cares, An earlybird rooster crows and no one hears, A poor child cries and no one hears,
Oh I'm Sick
Oh I'm sick, My stomach aches, I sleep but the pain wakes, Everybody complains, my parents, my friends, 'Why didn't you take care? ' 's that never ends!
A dream came to me as I was reading; I was in another sex, naked and had another name. Swimming down and up the river with no shame, Fast as a fish, toward the boat I was heading.
Shake! Shake! and let all wake From sleep and rescue for God's sake The ground moves suddenly Everything drops uncommonly
It's Too Late...
I'm telling you something which is painful, But I'm afraid, it's just a fact, What a world it is? ! What a world we have? !
In the Hot Desert
In the hot desert I was naked and was burning by sun, Squatting upon the ground, I held my heart in my hands,
A Man Walks
In the land of broken hearts, A man walks, Lonely he is beside friends, Aware of his solitude, in confusion.
Suddenly I Felt I've Got Nothing
Suddenly I felt I've got nothing; But despair! Hatred falls through my way, Which isn't fair!
Lonely and Silent
Lonely I am like I've been always, Tired of life, people and their ways. What I am? Why I am? No need to sham.
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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 ...