Poetry

Our sincere naperies  are still waiting for you to sit on the grass and accept our sincere grant  along with acacia scent . The expectation of your waiters will come to the end and the closed doors will be opened one by one . and the sea sorrow , will changes to happiness .
Yes , your expectation made waiters to wait for you and sacrifices for you the sorrow pearl every  Friday.                 




Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran