(( Forgotten ))

O, witnesses of the night

Exile me,

To the most distant point of the universe

In the complex area of the vacuum

Moment by moment

I think about my enjoyment

That night,

the voice of calligrapher's pen was heard

And i feigned sleep

I became tired

Time,

is my place to act

I have acknowledged my faith

I shall go to the cemetery

To dig a grave for myself

but,

The weather is cold

It's snowing

And umbrellas

Have put my burial ceremony off.

((** Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh **))