Father's Day Soiree

"In memory of Dr. Heshmatollah Oghazian, dedicated to his daughter, dear Olga whom I would call Olgatarin" 19/1/2022 My writings Are nothing more than an excuse To fill a heart by your beats ... My writings Are still in its infancy To understand where is your seat ... My writings Are keen walkers, but sometimes paralyzed To give a reflection of your being ... My writings Are far from paper, in a lineup To arrange our nightly virtual speech ... My writings Are shouting a hidden turbulence Of reviving every sec you've been slept ... My writings Are nothing more than an old training drill To learn a stand after my pen is wet ... My writings Are going to feed every basket of poor who survive on ink, not only by food ... My writings Even if are confined to your leave Can still be a legal kickback for your door ... My writings Are posting to those who judge Not a jury, but a secret diary to address you more than more ... My writings Drop by drop are captured by paper To give what the lines too long are hungry for ... My writings Are sometimes moving beyond the words To give what your silence could be grateful for ... My writings are sucking the lines of my drafts looking for each point your breath is rewarded for .... My writings is a nightly gathering of all illiterates can heartily read but not understand you left more than more ... My writings are all uneducated and gotten stuck at periods waiting a space to kiss you on a persian lore one day a lost word come up from missing line to smell you again one time more ............................ Researcher & poet: Mostafa Sarabzadeh