Poem To Father

Sadness is not a spectacle to show, Baba

We cried and don't cry anymore Baba

What a terror it is to be afraid of desire

Baba on the frozen lips

Death is infamous for their kindness

Here are some more such calls, Baba

Show them the stain, will we erase it?

Tell the mourners not to bother like this, Baba

We will remember Safiran Chaman

But those voices do not reach the cage, Baba

The leaves are like tears falling from the branches

Strong winds blow through the night, Baba

The fire burns in the forest

How to put out the flames, Baba