Mojtaba-Iraqi
09-18-2012, 09:58 AM
Criticism is appreciated.
I wandered Alone
God may present not better gifts
Touching sights of beyond paintings and imagination
Groves and rivers, breeze and majestic tranquility
Beside Euphrates, where Adam housed and Abraham
History, beauty, grandeur and Greek Elysium
How perfect were the sights and the sky, where embraces
The mighty spell of green orchards and Euphrates
And God said, let there be light
And there from naught rose Mesopotamia
***
The very cottages fell asleep amid
And still hearts of fallen mighty bodies
Among storm, fire and throne’s greed
A mother hugging her babe beside a palm
That never ceased to smile and patiently rise
And lovers holding hands, beneath the sky of bliss
Fallen with tears on cheeks that narrate the tale
Of eternal farewell, or may meet next to God
***
The tale of the smiling victim and crying executioner
Still survives upon the victim’s grave
Despite the executioner’s castles and lofty towers
***
Upon a child’s tomb I stepped and stopped
Heard a voice from that grave among other thousand graves
“My father wept that I leapt to my killer’s hands
Won’t I go to mom, in that blissful grave?
Struggling under his bloody sword, to fly to unknown
And now, hugging her in warmth, forever”
Alas! Born to have their heads off
My grief melts down but in my own heart
And weep in vain, for no mind can see my tears
I wandered Alone
God may present not better gifts
Touching sights of beyond paintings and imagination
Groves and rivers, breeze and majestic tranquility
Beside Euphrates, where Adam housed and Abraham
History, beauty, grandeur and Greek Elysium
How perfect were the sights and the sky, where embraces
The mighty spell of green orchards and Euphrates
And God said, let there be light
And there from naught rose Mesopotamia
***
The very cottages fell asleep amid
And still hearts of fallen mighty bodies
Among storm, fire and throne’s greed
A mother hugging her babe beside a palm
That never ceased to smile and patiently rise
And lovers holding hands, beneath the sky of bliss
Fallen with tears on cheeks that narrate the tale
Of eternal farewell, or may meet next to God
***
The tale of the smiling victim and crying executioner
Still survives upon the victim’s grave
Despite the executioner’s castles and lofty towers
***
Upon a child’s tomb I stepped and stopped
Heard a voice from that grave among other thousand graves
“My father wept that I leapt to my killer’s hands
Won’t I go to mom, in that blissful grave?
Struggling under his bloody sword, to fly to unknown
And now, hugging her in warmth, forever”
Alas! Born to have their heads off
My grief melts down but in my own heart
And weep in vain, for no mind can see my tears