Saeed Tavakkol

My ashes scatter in the wind
Particles of my being rise to sky
Sigh and blue unite.

Birds take my sigh to dark clouds
With a bright message

Then the heaven cries
And drop of sigh
Locked in crystal
Will gently fall
And that’s how destiny
Once again,

Sows me in depth of ground.

From sigh one day
Hope germinates
As green as spring
As bright as water
And as innocent as daylight.

[Original in Persian]