Manoucher Avaznia

On back of my faith, I carry this weight

Of this heavy load, that many have shunned.

From very source, I have the motive

To write the poems, your mind have stunned.

Of that morning air, that I took in lung

At dawn of that day, I am still fond.

After the first kiss I put on those lips,

My mouth is sugar; my heart is in pound.

The very first tones that came out of harp

Sounded in my ears; they still resound.

That is the reason that in this season

With voice of poem, to that I respond.