18 september, 2011, Isfahan
Under the shade of huge oleander
Crossing the border again and again
Going beyond the heavy clouds
Even there the silence is zooming
Somebody awaits; a polite host
A noble who knows
The life’s tunnels where I see light
Are long and curved; the path I lead
Shall give model for the seeker
Being a plant sometimes; is a feeling that
Is only understood by a Nightingale
As the story unfurl as a rainbow carpet
It seeks the ear so it may nestle in heart
While I seek a morsel of light
And a leaving traces fragrance
So the rest may follow and perhaps
Conjoin…
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