Sitting In Cold

Manoucher Avaznia
by Manoucher Avaznia

Many dark secrets, of centuries old

Within these four walls, are sitting in cold.

In veil of cobwebs, they are wrapped so tight

That one of thousands, can ever be told.

History will be, fully embarrassed

At the disgrace, chests of these walls hold.

What color will turn, those castle owners;

When all stories, all at once unfold?

Pillars of powers, will all crumble

When myths and fictions, can no more be sold.

Woeful is the day, all corners of Earth

From holding lies, totally withhold.

Chehree; you have seen, fate of oppressors

Falling to same pit, My Dear; behold.




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