Instead of my eyes
there are sunglasses
The whole world will be colored...

به جای چشمانم
عینک آفتابی گذاشته ام
...تمام جهان رنگی خواهد شد

i always feel the sun
in my white bathroom
and the bathroom is always white

من خورشید را همیشه
در حمام سفید رنگم احساس می کنم
و حمام همیشه سفید رنگ است

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝐼𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ
𝐼 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ
𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒;
𝑂ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛
𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑎...
𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑
𝐼𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠...
𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔?!
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑...

𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡...
𝑂𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎
𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑏 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡
𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠;
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑛🎈
𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠
𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑎
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏
𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓
𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟
𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛,
𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜
𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦
𝐵𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠...
𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ
𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛...!
𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛...!
𝑂ℎ, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛!
𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦...
𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦....

𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠;
𝑂 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚!
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝐼𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠
𝐼𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠...
𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠?
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤
𝐽𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦....
𝐴𝑧𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠...
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠.....

𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡,
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡,
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑗𝑢𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡
𝑍𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒,
𝑂𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟,
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒...
𝑀𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑦
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦,
𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒...
𝐴 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑐 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒!
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒!
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠,
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑥𝑦𝑔𝑒𝑛...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑥𝑦𝑔𝑒𝑛...
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦,
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠...

𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑛 -
𝐽𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑏 -
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑡,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛...
𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑛?
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑;
𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠,
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑂ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒!
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠...
𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠,
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠
𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑑...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑠
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑐 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑...
𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟,
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙...
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦;
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤,
𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤,
𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠;
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑛𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑;
𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒,
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒,
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛...
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒...
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠,
𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠...
                            𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒...
                  𝑀𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟...
               𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠...
                 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛,
𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛,
𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑...

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒...
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒
𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑒...
𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓  𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠...

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙...!
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟,
𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟...
𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒;
𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟!
𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑆𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑...
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒;
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑠...
𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛...
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒...

a child 'a God laughing
in her
drawing book


یک پروانه روی گل نشسته است

...کودکی در دفتر نقاشی اش
...خدایش می خندد

Story books
Grandma belongs to the story book!!
My face is not being painted
Handsome dads does not get angry
And when will my small ******* grow?
I didn't know
Dad may not talk about the way
he kissed my mom's lips.
Who was Jasmine?!
Where is my Nastaran?
How can I convince these people
that I'm mad
That there are many colorful
skies behind the moon!!
And I'm not that beautiful six year old girl
With the brunette skin
Skinny body
Black hair
Sloe-eyes
Looking for the thousands of rainbows
Are the girl's names pretty?!
The notebooks are not being painted...
A balloon was crying in my eyes
from every roof at summer.
I always have dreams with no flying
In this city the thousands of balloons,
fathers and mothers turn to giants
Eating the moon
Eating the wolf
Ignoring us
Fathers and mothers grow up
A man who sat on big switch in the city...
The actor got sick so soon
And the poet doesn't know when he has been chocked

کتاب های قصه
!! مادربزرگ مال کتاب قصه است
صورت من نقاشی نمی شود
پدرهای زیبا ناراحت نمی شوند
و من نمی دانستم سینه های کوچکم کی رشد خواهند کرد
پدر شاید نمی گوید لب های مادرم را چگونه می بوسید
یاسمن که بود!؟
نسترن من کجاست!؟
من چگونه باید به این مردم بفهمانم که دیوانه ام
!! که پشت ماه آسمان های رنگارنگ هست
و من دیگر آن دختر شش ساله ی زیبا نیستم
با پوستی سبزه
اندامی لاغر
موهای مشکی
چشم های بادامی
که به دنبال هزاران رنگین کمان می گشت
آیا نام دختران زیباست!؟
...دفترها نقاشی نمی شوند
از هر پشت بام
بادبادکی
در چشمانم
در تابستان
...گریه می کرد
من همیشه رویاهای بی پرواز دارم
در همین شهر با هزار بادبادک
پدرها و مادرها غول می شوند
ماه را می خورند
گرگ را می خورند
ما را نمی بینند
پدرها و مادرها بزرگ می شوند
مردی که در شهر تاب های بزرگ سوار بود
بازیگر زود مریض می شود
و شاعر نمی داند کی خفه شده است

Your voice giving a green palm
The pigeon,
Bringing branches from your heaven
Bringing from your trees and blossoms
I weave your branches
You will be my drees
You will be the sun and your leaves
Be a butterfly...
Take the shape of a butterfly...
Angels sing you a lullaby to sleep...

O Africa delight in blissful glory
You alone mutate many colors
Your kindred bears in their skin
Only you possess this divine qualities

O Africa your voice will be lost without Nigeria
For her giant strides is comparable to none
Her waxing human resources
Is a straw to light up abundant natural resources

O Africa if Nigeria divide
Your voice become unheard
For it will be a festival of no guest
And the biscuit bone of aid will be no more

O Biafra agitators nature wants freedom
But the world makes us a voiceless being
Do you think you will be heard in the comity of nations ?
O Sudan tears of regrets ran-deep

For they are victim of circumstances
O Nigeria wield your marginal division
And beat your drums across vast water and land
Rising your voice to defend Africa qualities

O Africa your fate I fear as I envision
And heard from minstrel lute of God
So I pass my little words across
Nigeria a land that embraces all

Written by
Martin Ijir

And your neck is the dawn... 
And your neck is the dawn...
I will put your clothes on you;
  The call to prayer is raised;
I've woven the new adhan for you...
Like all your stories
And your shoes, my son...
All the buzz of branches and grape leaves are in your eyes...
And I will kiss...
All the white buds of sambac jasmine...
All the red buds of sambac jasmine...
From your heart...
your legs,
your arms,
Become golden...
The bud of the claw of your larynx turns green...
And your neck is
The tall white palm...
Your neck is the long rainbow...
For the butterfly to come through the walls...
For the coming of my flesh into your voice...

Tonight I shall make the moon stand still
At the pane of my window as I make love to you
No poem sweeter than love that clouds your heart
As I feel your ******* and make the milk flow

Our hearts entwined in the curtain of romance
Making the sky ceiling your name as the sun appears
Rest in my soul and rest forever blessed assured
For you deserve to be love as moon in the sky

You deserve to be adore like sun on earth
Burning my soul deeply as I roast in love
Exalt me in splendorous passion o my love
Love me with all your heart and soul

As doubt steams so your love clouds in me
Making a rainbow of color bearing red rose
Jasminic scents spreads our love sheets
As I make your soul wet as I make love to you

Tonight the great union bears a seed of words
As I make love to you, nothing stops the sun
From shining in us, as we make love rainstorm
Sail us to the mountains of gods as I come into you

Written by
Martin Ijir

گل های زرد....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدنِ گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة.... تو شاید تلالؤِ یه نورِ سبز باشی...
وقتی نور خورشید،  روی شاخ و برگ های درخت انگورِ حیات مون می تابید.
الآن درخت انار مرده... درخت سیب مرده... درختچه ی گل های نسترن مرده...
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة...
تو با سرطان مادرم، در یکی از روزهای سیاه و گرمِ خرداد به دنیا اومدی...
و تو اون موقع تنها دوستِ من بودی که باهات حرف میزدم.... چون تمومِ گربه ها درونگراند... تو بخشی از تن من شدی و هر لحظه، با عواطفِ مادرانه در وجودم.... مثل جنین....
در من تشکیل می شدی...
و حالا میخوای بری حیاة...؟!
دیگه خسته شدی...؟!
نمیخوای بیشتر پیشم بمونی مهمون کوچولو...؟!
شاید تو در زندگی قبلیت، یه پسر بچه بودی... شاید مادری داشتی.... شاید اون زن من بودم.... که به علت بیماری، بچه اشُ از دست داده.... و این چرخه ی روح تا الآن ادامه داشته... و شاید در زندگیِ بعدیت، من فقط "یك صدا" از تو باشم حیاة.... 🌱🌸
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم...
چرا باید عمرِ پروانه ها بیشتر از کودکان باشه...؟! چرا باید سرطان، ام اس، بیماری های نقص مادرزادی، و ویروس های دست ساز آدما وجود داشته باشه....؟!
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة....
من ماهِ گرمِ مرداد،
وقتی تو داشتی با جانا بازی میکردی؛
دیدم تو هوا، دو تا قاصدک داشتن باهم پرواز میکردن... یه قاصدک بزرگ، و یه قاصدک کوچیک، که خیلی به هم نزدیک بودن... انگار دستِ همُ گرفته بودن...
شاید توی آبيِ آسمون، اون من و تو بودیم حیاة....
شاید بریم یه جایی که مجبور نباشی پاتُ بذاری روی آجر و سیمان....
بریم جایی که توی دشتِ
گل های سبز و زرد دویده باشی...
با باد رقصیده باشی....
با یک قلب سالم....
که به نفس... نفس... افتادن نیوفتی حیآة.... 🌸🌱
من پشت سرت توی آسمون عظیم و ترسناک آسمون آبی، یه ابر دیدم که شناور بود.... داشت از هم باز میشد.... شکل های دیگه ای میشد... اجزاش از هم باز میشد.... پراکنده و از بین می رفت....
و این یعنی غم.... ناله....

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Never eats
Until I finish
But accompany
Every
Morning walk

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Amy was told while growing that
Present moment is not enough
Heaven is far away place experienced only after death
But Amy knew to germinate seed of paradise on palm
So told the world to take lies somewhere else
She weaved the secrets to select

Be ocean to carry the Universe
From golden sand
Opportunity knocks only once,
Work plays on the doorbell

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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somewhere between
the known and unknown
potential seeds fertile
crushed flowers
give fragrance

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

You're prettier than a tree
Nonchalant beauty alone
Up the bare hill
Reposes in the golden Beams
lightly warm and free
to placate the moody wind
in the abode of leams
far from the thirsty rill
and the doggedly crow
and all of it I can imagine to own
Far in the abandoned land
Beyond that bare hill
Where a lake mimics tranquility
A womb of life laden and still
Mirrors as your calm beauty
And all of it I can see
From my dormer window
From a portrait of me
A sketch unframed, unfinished
On an easel, fancifully colored
Waits frailly thy brush and hand
To accomplish my metamorphosis
To achieve thy miraculous guesses
Of the unity of pure whiteness
And colors of passionate kisses.

Written by
Jamal Abboud

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wind coming from you
fragrant my room
as on water of incense
rainbow oil slicks
time slips away

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Are you tired of killing us
Here I stand **** me
Are you tired of maltreating me
Here I stand devour me

How will you reap my flesh
How will you cook my bones
How will you drink my blood
How will you stop my tears

Here I stand presenting the cup of agony
The fountain of happiness flows as I revolt
Use my gift and fetch the drink for thyself
How sweet is the water I give

How bitter is my flesh to you ?
Did you eat my soul ?
Oh no! my soul is a brook of undying peace
Wallowing as daffodils adorned with loving gem

Exchanging hands of friendship beyond earthly rivals
Beyond your evilness and injustice
Your heart is oppressed by our thoughts
Wouldn't you drink our blood again

Wouldn't you **** us again?
Are you tired of your corrupt thoughts?
I thought you prefer to live in the dark
What makes love resides in your heart

Written by
Martin Ijir

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a little music
a little song
all the time
all around
access dress till the time
adjective becomes a noun

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Some live in heart
Some live in art
Some live in words
Some live in swords
Some live as your part
All are destined to depart

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Oh Lady
Don't ever leave my childhood hand
Since a palm tree is not a good sign
to reach home
I've just marked one tree out
Oh Palm
We've been lost
So old palm
Don't ever leave my loneliness hand
Since a glance is not a good sign
to find the Lady
I've just marked one look out

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

A time in life will come
When breast milk will cease
And maturity begins to increase
When you will fight a fight and make up before the night
When your young age will show innocence
When your body starts showing Adolescence

A time in life will come
When you want to enjoy the sweet things of being young
You are strong
And your hormones are taking your decisions
When you become stupid
Due to the love of cupid
When you see the right track
But **** the world
You want to enjoy the wrong things
the right things seems so terrible

A time will come
When you are forty
Maybe still single
Used, dumped, hurting and regreting
Lonely
Cold
Pained

A time will come
When you count your mistakes
And there is not a single blessing

A time will come
When wrinkles will replace your dimples
When that beautiful bubbling breast
Will become a lonely desert

A time will come
When life becomes vanity

A time will come when you cant even see the sun again
Or hear the rain...


Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Jasmine's heart
was little
in the envelops

قلب یاسمن
روی پاکت نامه ها
کوچک بود

we were a naked family
in the
same pictures

was my ******

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always try to get up before dawn

walk barefoot on green grass o man !

enjoy the dew drops before dawn

see peahens dance on smooth lawn,

parrots sway, birds chirp and jumping fawn

and see your child smiling with yawn

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Who told you there is no war
When mortal's spreads hate speeches
As the butter it with ***** fail desire

Who told you there is no war
When many listen to voices of drumbeat
And draw lines as they bark as dogs

Who told you there is no war
When many steals money meant for all
Leaving family behind poverty lines

Who told you there is no war
When peace sink in water
And love drown in the soil

Who told you there is no war
When peace weds nuclear products
And nuclear warships shout in protest

Who told you there is no war
When mad man are the leaders
As their words comes out as ****

Without examination who hurts
As the control fossil fuel
Lying stripe naked at the desert crying

Who told you there is no war
When the build obstacle of Rubicons
Recruit have-not as their toiling soldier

The battle of cruelty needs to end
For it is the worse war without bloodshed
As youth be co useless as they peddle in drugs
And all such of anti human behaviors

There is a war going outside
That no one is safe from
Because many cannot read or write

Either view the world as readily good
Instead they view it as readily evil
As they scavenge for their survival

The struggle for survival continues...
So the war continues...

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Don't be a mud on road
be a rainbow in the sky
Master what and why

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Just been walking through natural beauties
pretty face carry to get pass our securities
compared the weight of beauties and
the gravity of duties
stems of tree branching with seeds, sticky and fruities,
I love warm faces of our children very cuties

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Every act is followed by money, honey, and a funny person
So good people nip the evil in the bud before it can worsen

So that joy of present fragrance will stick us in our old age
Beauty of today is because old people did best without rage

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Human nature actually wishes to grow better than before
Since man is born free under the sky or behind the door

Classic question comes what we recognize in many faces
Need to know why still a wide difference among the races

Wind of time is a song of moon for them to smell it in air
To accept the taste of true spices from a breath of sailor

For many a year, battles are fought but struggle is not over,
Some are awakened to realize they are kept under a clover

Our kids have gone their own way as chick starts a slower
Our wishes guided them on way before the music was over

Some uses pains as an art and memories as painting brush
Paint flows out of your heart in an Inspiration and a crush

I realize we wish to live without the weight of worldly fudge
To enjoy supreme gift of life to cultivate as sober as judge

We are no stranger here, ''Every heart sings a song incomplete
O my angel, until your heart whispers back to make it complete''

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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it's our habit
to believe
in dream
and waiting to know
the password
turning dream
into ground reality
since
miracles happen every day

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Days of toiling rings sullen bells
Happiness and sadness dances side by side
Waxing skin feel piercing days
Hateful moments makes one to cry

Even of settling dawn brew with joy
Torrential rainfall only a seed germinate
Season gives way to each other
bounty of seeds one reaps

In reality one sun fades when eternal sleep rob one's soul
Soil accept you as a blessed friend
Leaving love ones with agony and pains
As dead and birth lies still beneath the sun

All our craving under sun should be hate in a minimal form
Love in a maximum form, cry with an awful charm
Embrace every calamity as a way forward face reality as there're nothing new under the sun

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Please use words
Do not be as calm as walls of the house
As quiet as a mouse

You look good
When you are as cool as a cucumber
But not as cold as ice
Since you are not a fridge

I want to become a bridge
Between you and me
As clear as crystal
So keep in the club your pistol

Touch me and feel me
I am so soft as China silk
Now, don't be lazy
Be fresh as a daisy

Let us enjoy the sky of life
As innocent lamb in the hands of Lord
A laugh in a sea of a sad wife
Stretching as free bird on the board

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Happiness spasm my tired bone
Offshore of sea picnic zone
Spreading love tentacles of blissful moments like ozone
I spray layers of happy day

The setting sun shines in my heart
Bringing soothing relief of love day
Upon river of time I await my undying love
As I delft in waves of radiating sun
So I ball in dance, dinning gown

Waiting for your spins of love words
Where elements witnessed our enchanting talks
Upon our heart its stalk
Making moments bliss with unending joy
At the sand of sea we dance walk

Tongues of kisses
Break the silence
And our heart rises
In love waves


Martin Ijir

Saracen swords pierce in my eyes
Tears flow like sparkles of words
Forming tributary paragraphs
Without commas and full stops

Into the stomps of libya I stand
As my blood flame the desert
The water of Mediterranean sea
Become the seven plaque

Firstly i drink the blood of chicken pox
Exchanging for oil to finance my war
I am wheel carted on chariot of chains
When will my fate turn against the tides

The sea of smuggling turns heap
Of unclot blood I wish to gather
The remnants of dust for peaceful burial
Corpse revolts interment on soil back

The vultures refuses the carrion
For it is marked slavery o libya
Your hands stench with blood
your eyes filled with blood

The shores of libya stain with blood
Your land is a bloodstream
I want a drink from it
The blood in my eyes won't allow me

My vein flows octupus prowess
to devour to devour my chains
Into freedom i cry as blood flows
o earth can't you hear me?

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Some flowers bloom in summer or winter
Some flowers bloom in the mud or desert
But all flowers bloom in right Time and place

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Boo...
You left my garden without flowers
Left my face in tearful showers
Make the minutes seem like hours
You made it gloomy in the skies
Made me bereft of smiles

Boo...
You left when my future seems brightest
Said goodbye
When our love seem sweetest
Only that you refused to say,
when what we had
Became tightest

Boo...
You made me feel the feelings of feeling a mutual feeling
You made me watch the seas
Wishing you could appearing by me
So we could lay on the sunset,
till the sun decides to die

Boo...
If you have gone with the seas
My tears
Can sail a ship
Only If I would find you again

by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

The running water of time calms life
Bearing fruits of blessings in one's day
Lasting breathing glorified nature as did plants
Sheltering a skin like a sun that shines

Moments of darkness deserves adoration
As one rest so nature rest in a transposing position
Bringing in skillful thoughts to harness human in due time
Greenish plants fade greenish plants rise

Life is a bounteous gift
Like a beautiful tribute to a dream
Up and down the sun rises and fall
Up and down our heart grow like trees

Respiratory a pain as we clasp our eye
Insect inspects us at the night
Their voices makes daylight
To come short for it's nature gift

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Tensions want to evaporate
In burst lightening of the crying sky
but anxieties are not floating cloud
nor miseries know how to fly
depression enters like a slow sunset
and mania intensifies on golden dawn

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

my child is sleeping in that building

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I was born in an independent free democratic country
With all the constitutional freedom to write, speak, hear and share
Poetry is my meditation, the every breath of my life
I write in the vicinity of my Goddess of Knowledge
But my words are edited by editor while being published
I recite my latest poems in the hall of poets
Where my friends complain about the illegal use of words
Which they can't digest so ask me to replace them as per their choice
They just hear my poems so that I should listen to them in turn!

Mutual sharing is just based on need and greed among our friends
Not on the quality, mission or vision but jealousy and discrimination
It pained me to do so, but it was needed for my personal uniqueness
So I thought to withdraw from them with a heavy heart but ease of Grace
Since I want my regular breath of life and not a constant suffocation

Poetry is my meditation, not an act of theater
Which may be changed as per public demand
By adding a comedian or a villain
To increase the rating of the show

I want to write my poems as I can enjoy them from my heart
Without the worldly audience
And I can recite them to me, to myself
In the company of my Goddess of Knowledge
Who really listen to me, and guide me to write better

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~