O, witnesses of the night <br /> <br />Exile me <br /> <br />To the most distant point of the universe <br /> <br />In the complex area of the vacuum <br /> <br />Moment by moment <br /> <br />I think about my enjoyment <br /> <br />That night <br /> <br />the voice of calligrapher's pen was heard <br /> <br />And i feigned sleep <br /> <br />I became tired <br /> <br />Time <br /> <br />is my place to act <br /> <br />I have acknowledged my faith <br /> <br />I shall go to the cemetery <br /> <br />To dig a grave for myself <br /> <br />but <br /> <br />The weather is cold <br /> <br />It's snowing <br /> <br />And umbrellas <br /> <br />Have put my burial ceremony off <br /> <br />((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))<br /><br />Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-114/
