Poem: Deception
Photo Credit: Mahdi Soheili

The sun blare through the sky,

Touched my eyes: Still, I don’t know why,

Today, my lips won’t even smile;

My body fatigue, ache:

And my eyes that use to smile,

Even wish not to cry:

The sun blare through the sky,

"Shouldn’t I be joyous, dearest self?"

That God has been faithful, 

Has kept me alive!

A new Year, glorious sunshine;

"Thank God, my love ones are close by!"

I found out without his presence,

Joy is for a moment, as my heart sigh:

As I think, "was my journey to find him,

A fictitious lie!"

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