The Bitter Joy of Spring

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

The Bitter Joy of Spring


In the Christmas Eve of joy and disdain
You the dark cloud of grief
And gale, the singer of sorrow
Squeeze your pain, upon my land in rain
---
Among the joy of spring
I went to knock
The pale door of past
With the shivering hand of hope
I may find him
I wish I find him
Among the tattered imagination of grief
And joy of Christmas
---
The dancing spirit of sorrow
Breezed among the wilted branches
Of Christmas tree
And bitter candy of destiny
Laughed and sang
The melancholy melody of Adam and Eve
When the jealous Time
Ate the apple of my life
And left me alone, looking for
Echoes from the past
From my dear brother

[Bar22do]

Excellent, but for the last two lines which IMO reaveal what should remain concealed.... it's a fine, fine poem, Iraqi, well crafted, simple, moving, without being over-sentimental. Thank you.

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

Thank you Bar22....... I really appreciate that....
Nice suggestion.
Finally, someone commented on one of my posts.