Pashang Salehi Poet Masnavi

Crybaby

 Crybaby…

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….


Haloo
2/2015

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Vladislav Raven January 23, 2016 at 2:02 PM Hi Pashang, you find little gems when you look back on people's work. I have found a little gem here my friend. One can feel the pain in this write, it truly comes out as one reads the piece. An excellent piece Pashang. Let your heart always sing in your words. A seven for this little gem Pashang....Vladislav. Pashang Salehi January 24, 2016 at 10:30 AM Vladislav, thank you my friend. Pain is part of life. You're always welcome....