Painful and tired crawling in mud;
Weeping and seeking heavenly bud.
Nothing is near, cannot see far.
Colors are dying, dying in tar.
Where am I going? Into a hole
Losing my body, losing my soul!
Nothing is certain except the light;
Sunrise and sunset full of delight.
What else is here? Except the pain!
Is this a prison with no wall and chain?
How can I escape? Going away;
into the rainbow, bashful and gay.
Don’t cry baby, don’t cry baby
Crying won’t do it. Dying maybe….
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015
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