Kids playing in the yard
Men working on fields hard
Horses pulling carriages
This is the daily life in villages

Some old man gets ill and dies
His old woman kneels and sighs
Some new suddenly bears up
The young mother then cheers up

On one end of the lane
Someone sitting in pain
Asking for his bother
Replies of traitor brother

On the other end of the lane
Some other happy in the rain
Asking for his happiness
Replies of his richness

What a complicated world it is
Nobody lives and nothing there is
You don’t like it and fear
Does the me belong to here?

Poet: Morteza Yazdani

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