What do you think?
Do you think I don't miss?
Do you think
if your voice is not caressing my restless heart
and if the melody of your sentiments
is not leading the symphony of my heartbeats,
I have any peace?
Do you think it has any importance
if the fox, the leopard and wolf,
stem from the love birds,
or have the quality of daily opportunists' daggers?
Passing by the seconds,
the sad hearts of violists
become more nostalgic
for the absence of sunshine
Do you think that violists
in deficiency of light
buy a gleam of moon?
and open their petals
in coquetry to seduce?
Do you think I am of harsh deceit
or am as the delicate piece of silk,
I think I am thirsty
before I start begging
give me a glass of kindness...
Do you think love is like thirst?
That if you fulfill me with your sips of
I will no longer drink your love?
Do you think that because my adorations
have no Allah
I don't know how tot worship?
Didn't I kneel to the freedom Soorahs of
and pray in the name of love?
Do you think like every other bird
in a season of year
I take off?
I stem from the tenderhearted
From the long lost tribe of devoted...
Farinaz Aryanfar, campusdichter 2008