poet's family

The poems are a poet's children.They are the fruits of a sacred bond between his heart and his mind. One night when the contractile pains of his emotion start, the poems are finally born.They are his ****** children, from the blood of his heart.
They are not always perfect. Sometimes they have congenital diseases, but it doesn't mean the poet doesn't like them. Some poets want to keep their sick poems. They ask others to help them to cure their poems's deformities and abnormalities, eventhough sometimes no body care about the poet and his poems.
Some poets don't accept that a poem belong them, so in the birth certificate of these poems the father's name is Anonymous.
Sometimes some poems are never born. These poems are not legitimate and their poet aborts them because of fear.
But there isn't any sin worse than killing our own children. A poet who cuts his poem's head is really guilty.

@ Sunset

I know!
on the niche of your heart
My memory is dusty
Come to me sometimes
Shake me a little!

@ Sunset

Before you, I was an infidel to the life after death  

Now that you have left me and gone

I am the most faithful to this truth

You said you would die without me

But you are still breathing!

What you did with my faith

didn't do any prophet!

Flood warning

I will not cry for you anymore
Not because I've forgotten you
Or I don't love you anymore
Not because the fountain of my tears have dried up
Or cloud of my eyes doesn't desire to rain any more
I've only stopped crying because
The meteorological agency has warned of flooding

@ Sunset

Desert and Rain

I don't know which one is more eager to the other one
A desert which is cracked in the thirst of meeting the rain
Or the rain which puts its head on the cracked shoulder of the desert and cries
But I believe in one thing
My longing for you!
Is more than the thirst of the desert to the rain
And more than the appetence of the rain to the desert
But which one are you?
The Desert or the rain?
Come!
Rain on me or
Let me rain on you


@Sunset