Mojtaba-Iraqi
06-11-2012, 11:32 AM
The Only Ultimate Truth of Life
To darkness and to loss I threw
I breathe not, but confusion that grew
From the dust of life and days that are few
And will sleep for long before unknown
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We drank the cup of life against our will
And elapse the days that were gifted to fill
The process of evolution, and then to kneel
Before the loose hand-made fate
---
The buildings fall before our sight
And river sink in dust when ignite
And we fall after a striving flight
Into a gloomy grave, no right no left
---
Wherever we reach, life is a play of passion
And a network of metaphor and impression
That are bound to illusion and dirty fashion
Then, the only ultimate truth of life is death
To darkness and to loss I threw
I breathe not, but confusion that grew
From the dust of life and days that are few
And will sleep for long before unknown
---
We drank the cup of life against our will
And elapse the days that were gifted to fill
The process of evolution, and then to kneel
Before the loose hand-made fate
---
The buildings fall before our sight
And river sink in dust when ignite
And we fall after a striving flight
Into a gloomy grave, no right no left
---
Wherever we reach, life is a play of passion
And a network of metaphor and impression
That are bound to illusion and dirty fashion
Then, the only ultimate truth of life is death