This Crowd Is Drunk

This Crowd Is Drunk
by Soosan Khanoom

This crowd is drunk

With the wine of self

Undesirable poetry

Grows profusely where it’s not wanted

And I am in search of love



Every night I come to tavern

Like I have no other place to go

A bitter poison vitiates and corrupts my mind

I drink it with the roots of my soul

And I am in search of love



Each time that I open this door

I walk through a seemingly endless time

Of no beginning and no ending

It is the absence of truth

And I am in search of love




aka Darya 



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Thank you

by Soosan Khanoom on

Anahid jan and Dear nasrudin .....

I am glad you liked it ...

: ) 

Anahid Hojjati

Dear SK

by Anahid Hojjati on

Thanks for sharing.

Mola Nasredeen


by Mola Nasredeen on

Soosan khanoom,

you have stated

"This crowd is drunk". 

Sometimes I wish they were drunk.

and as for your yearning to 'find love' here

Russian Brides ad is all one gets

on this Iranian website.

PS, I liked your little poem.