IranA Poem by Nima.Hopemy sweetheart, you, the blushing girl of hope how can I stand watching you suffer? From all the material world, If I have nothing to love, then I assure you that my love for you will never die. My homeland, the palace of poetry, whether they call you Persia, whether they call you Iran, I'll be always loving you, no matter what our people do. If Iranians are losing wisdom, it doesn't mean it's your fault, O you oldman of wisdom, you'll be home to the elites by default. Everybody is talking at you, they attack you from all aspects, for hating you, a man needs plenty of reasons but for loving you, the memory of patriots like Hafez, Khayyam and Ferdowsi will be enough. ™ پوچ جهان هيچ اگر دوست دارم
تو را اي كهن بوم و بر دوست دارم تو را اي كهن پير جاويد برنا تو را دوست دارم، اگر دوست دارم تو را ای گرانمايه، ديرينه ايران تو را ای گرامی گهر دوست دارم © 2024 Nima.Hope |
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2 Reviews Added on April 29, 2024 Last Updated on April 29, 2024 AuthorNima.HopeVienna, AustriaAboutA Literature Lover, a bookworm, a music lover,mostly piano fan. I have been involved with poetry since I was 7 but now I've started to publish my poems in a website. I really admire you commenting o.. more..Writing
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