Poezja

They say you will go to heaven
If you have a bun in the oven
After passing one and seven
You would pass one month again
It's beyond all men's ken

Teetering on the brink
Not allowing to drink
Hardly sleeping a wink
Trying to be in the pink
If not, falling down and sink

Least said soonest mended
All things you have ever said
About how much you suffered
At first sight disappeared
The best thing since sliced bread
Promoting over everybody's head

That's why we have always heard
Being a mother is the best thing you have ever felt.


by: Mehraneh Hosseini