I am perplexed appalled for I can''t it at all,
Why I ever arrived and cried,
So naive, innocent and forlorn we tried,
The dream age of delight has turned to the slaughter of light,
Flowers in dream of blooming.
Yet brutally nipped in the bud,
We simply utter Lofty words;
Words gilded with beauty and love
The calls to sympathy and humanity in between,
A never-ending line "likes" on and end,
A gap never bridges for short respite,
Thus even the fool can see the rule
Life, a complacent gift, poor ancestors received,
Bequeathed to us with a foolish pride
Are men the puppet of fate?
Starring the play of tears and torment?
And the alien burden of "who am I"?
Foolishly fighting possession battles and wars,
Alas! Oblivious of the funny law,
Elusive wishes at the expense of death.
I wonder this folly has ever paid
The swift steed of gloom is galloping forth
Oh God! Help us stop this unbridled horse!

Shahla Simin