Pashang Salehi Poet Masnavi

Fall In the Spring

Fall in the Spring..


                                        Fall in Spring…

Alas, my youth and my younger days are gone,
  A thousand laughter and childish plays are gone.
I am sure my loving garden will be dried,
  It is old and bitter; no more glowing pride.
In my garden, I had so much loving hearts,
  but I am old and tired, with no blooming parts.
Within this madness of spring and creation, 
  I am in solitude and desolation.
I am now old; the spring is just another night.
  From all these affairs, my hands are too tight.
I cannot smell the scent of flowering breeze,
  I can't rest in the shade of whispering trees.
What else is there for me in spring besides pain?
  Blinded with the tears, why not to complain?
I don't care for lilies, basils, and roses;
  The door that spring opens, the winter closes.
The spring is beautiful. Regret we're so blind.
  I lost it like my youth; I'm out of my mind.
To me, this season is just a season of lie.
  Nothing for me to say except say goodbye.

3/16/16 Haloo

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Nayda Ivette Negron Flores March 26, 2016 at 8:50 PM Beautiful poem Pashang Pashang Salehi March 30, 2016 at 5:37 AM Thanks Dear

Timothy Hicks March 20, 2016 at 11:41 PM I agree with Andrea. Spring only brings joy if the person experiencing it has a happy heart. You can be chipper in the winter, or crying in spring ... it depends mostly on the mindset! Best of luck on the contest ... you do melancholy very well. Pashang Salehi March 21, 2016 at 9:45 AM Hi Tim, My feeling comes from within, my pen is just the tool.

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2016 at 2:11 PM I am really loving your poetry, Pashang. Please visit me again so I will remember to come back and see more of your work. you are a poet worht visiting!! (love how you took this generally happy theme and made it sad) Pashang Salehi March 20, 2016 at 3:28 PM Thanks Andrea, you're always so kind to me... pashang

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2016 at 2:04 PM I loved you calling me a Ghazaleer!!That sounded so fun! Do you write many of them? maybe I should try to do more. The key is in finding a good refrain. Let me read your spring poem now. Pashang Salehi March 20, 2016 at 3:40 PM My dear Ghazaleer, In Ghazal, Refrain is not mandatory. I have with and without refrain ghazals. The soup has a good explanation about ghazal. Maqta, means refrain in Arabic. Check it out... The greatest poet of ghazal beside you was Hafez. Google it.. pashang

Cherl Dunn March 19, 2016 at 9:04 AM Dear Salehi So sad a poem my friend, it seems without hope, but it is well written and expresses the emotions of elder age so well, well done, a seven for sure, but again it's a very sad piece, cheri Pashang Salehi March 19, 2016 at 12:38 PM Thank you Cherl, emotions come from within, my pen is just a tool.

Constance La France March 18, 2016 at 8:03 PM Pash, so deep and dark, and beautifully penned, I am loving this 7 ~ Pashang Salehi March 18, 2016 at 8:16 PM Thank you dear friend... You're always very kind to me. By the way how did you know that everybody call me Pash.

Rainbow Promise March 17, 2016 at 10:59 PM Great write. First time reading an Urdu and am surprised I like it. Didn't know what it was. Good imagery and flow of words. Would read more again. Pashang Salehi March 18, 2016 at 11:12 AM Thank you Rainbow, the form i used is called masnavi, it is more Persian than Urdu. It is a couplet with a spiritual taste and theme. Thanks again