Heedless
Heedless …
The nightingale is calling you to wake up.
Get up morning has passed; lot is to make up.
If you look at a mirror, what does mirror say?
Another night has passed, is time to shake up.
I am filled with water and a lot of dirt,
To me, this water and dirt cause great hurt.
Unless I go and ask what is going on?
How come I am the dirt that now is alert?
This ocean that the life came from was just mud.
The mud turned into life and then to some bud.
The time has passed, suddenly, there was a man;
He was so cruel he made red wine red as blood.
There was a droplet of water that was free.
It turned to a river, then turned to a sea.
The water saw the sun turn into steam,
It turned into a cloud, then rain, and then me.
3/19/17 Haloo
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2017
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