Poetry

Everyone would have abandoned you,
but an executed Angel in your heart,
who sent out the resurrection of her brain
to the slaughtering field of the Trumpeters,
and the duel-declaration of two eyes,
with the edge of your breathing
which challenged the world of your ears.

Oh, philosophical nightmares of mine!
My lips lack the ability to move.

I wish for setting myself ablaze,
as do the meteors entering the atmosphere.

O' religions of the world,
enunciate the decree of my excommunication
and allow the shepherds breathe with ease .


(( Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh ))