Moral Poems

Darkness I will buy when These days, oh, because of your drunkenness, laziness, and sleep, this is the meaning of your words After the death of Sohrab, drink medicine from the book Rafiqan, I know that you did not learn a lesson Others moved on, and now you, Cain, remained like this The eyes of the girls fell on him, warm from the flame of self-pleasure The girl who saw the girl was sewn to the ground in shame and pain You said, you slowly stole your watery sad eyes from my eyes and hid the tears in your socks. Dew fell on his face, his yellow face became more yellow, a gem shone under his eyelashes, the notebook became wet from a drop of tears. No tears, that silent broken pride came out of the hole and revealed to me one by one what the girl was not saying to me. What about your book? Forget about me, I don't have bread, what is the result of saying that my pain is not accessible because I don't have access to treatment? I wanted to let him hear my lament: "Woe to me, woe to me, I'm so unkind, I'm ashamed, forgive me." Nee, you only have a heart-burning pain on your face I wanted to kiss his face and say that