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Mehraneh

Mehraneh , 6 february 2013

Run & run & run

Since the time I had begun,
My life was always dun.
It was somewhat spartan.
No one said, you are a little son
The one who needs more fun.
Then, when my father gone,
I didn't even see the sun.
I only had my wine tun.
I had to worked for a piece of bun.
Run an' run an' run
Anytime I felled in love with someone,
She said I'm not the one.
Love, something which I always foregone.
Nothing, is the only thing I won,
From all those things I've done.
Sometimes I put the bullet in the gun,
To be dead and gone,
But it's just a big con,
Playing with words or making pun,
I can't be such a moron.


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Mehraneh

Mehraneh , 21 february 2012

STAR

When there is no space to bear out  
 A politician with enormous clout!
 The one who calls you a litter lout
 Try not to show how
 Misfortune we are now
 Try not to find a way
 Come on stay home and lay
 Try not to find money
 Money is in his pocket honey
 Try not to ask why
 Their salaries become high & high
 Not to make your mind busy
 Unless they'll call you crazy
 Only because your hair is frizzy
 They'll give you a *star *, how easy!
 You took the wind out of our sail
 This term, you Mr. fail
 Excuse me should I go to jail! ?
 Oh darling your life is in a hail
 Or it will be hanged by a hair
 You could be dead for all they care
 Who can say it's unfair?
 Today you are at home
 Being in your own room
 Tomorrow when you wake up
 You have to go and break up
 You are now too far
 Somewhere behind a bar
 It gave me a nasty jar
 It seems I hit the wall
 Gratitude to insane one
 Do you know what I mean Hun?
BY: Mehraneh Hosseini


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Mehraneh

Mehraneh , 21 february 2012

Mother to be

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


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Other poems: Run & run & run, STAR, Mother to be,
 

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