If I die tonight,it would be such a pity,
to leave my dear mom live in such a misery
some won't even give a damn,
some will sincerely mourn!
still all my belongings,
will soon be divided and torn!
dozens of unattended books
a world of unseen places
a heart ripped with repressed feelings
which I let go, but didn't seem to vanish
I sure could take less than they could dish!
will people remember me long?
or just this is such pious hope
those whom I trully used to love
how well can without me cope!
my friends will wonder
If I die tonight,
How I'm gonna sleep in a bed this tight!
but,will anybody care enough
for the poem I wanted as my epitaph?:
"Read me your blessings, should you come to visit
this dead will turn alive, as you move your lips
your warm breath makes float, all of my sunk ships!"
zamin
فاتحه ای چو آمدی بر سر خسته ای بخوان
لب بگشا که میدهد لعل لبت به مرده جان
آنکه به پرسش آمد و فاتحه خواند و میرود
گو نفسی که روح را میکنم از پیش روان
حافظ شیرازی
About Me
- Zamin
- باری اگر روزی کسی از من بپرسد:چندی که بر روی زمین بودی چه کردی؟من پیش رویش می گشایم دفترم را.گریان و خندان بر می افرازم سرم را.آنگاه میگویم که بذری نوفشانده ست.تا بشکفد تا بر دهد بسیار مانده ست فریدون مشیری
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