IranBrave Poetry (Faryad)

My eyes beckoned and you would not forget that look.

I looked at you for the very last time,

And with that last look, I told you everything.

My eyes tell of a thousand mothers' heartache,

My eyes tell of the pain and sorrow of the poor and needy,

My eyes tell of the moaning of starving parched children,

My eyes tell of young hearts that are tired of longing for the impossible,

My eyes tell of the many sorrows of this time,

My eyes tell of the heaviness of prison shackles,

My eyes tell of the darkness of wailing nights,

My eyes tell of a fear that resides at the bottom of a well,

My eyes tell of an unnameable loneliness...

THIS IS RATHER A LONG POEM. FOR THE FULL VERSION PLEASE REFER TO THE FOLLOWING VIDEO (Written and recited in Farsi with English subtitle).