Persian Westender

Such a mysterious reason for insomnia,

And a night ruined by enigmatic fears…

Such a wise reason for the king of nowhere,

to salute his soldiers with sneers…

Such a useless reason to look back

Where the untold story of forgotten people,

Never gained momentum to be reminisced

and the history went amnesic.   

Such a firm reason for an eternal paradox…

Have I ever told you?

The apathy and the eagerness in you, both amaze me?

And the hidden fact that:

I’m your child! You only have to raise me?!

Such a good reason for six, to be afraid of seven,

And for the hell to collide with heaven…