Our life is indebted to nature
Our life is indebted to nature
To humanity of humans and to Helebce and Sardasht and to families of martyrs and sacrifices and in memory of the dead lives of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan.
“In the morning, the bulbul told a tale to the morning breeze; saying did you see what calamities the love of the rose made for us” … Hafiz
Kindness, sincerity, peace and purity
Nature, garden, plain, mountain and desert
On the other side, contamination, indecency and abomination
When the sky was blue
the souls were fair
the sun was shining
there were friendship, sincerity and purity
even God could be seen.
But, when the sky darkened, the moon was hidden
The souls became dusty and the clouds became disappointing
the sun was blocked by darkness
friendships were faded and hops had been failed
The souls became depressed
the faces accustomed to sadness
the flower of hope was faded in the hearts .
Do you know that kids throughout the world draw the faces and sky with black?!
Do you know that the kids don’t believe the pictures of the beautiful moon and stars in the history book and that think they are fake!!
Atomic theory
which aim was to serve to humanity aimed the atoms of the live hearts in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
in a short glance
the death of thousands of hope flowers
their crime was docketed in the history!
the anemones withered up, the faces misshaped
the butterflies
the sun beyond the clouds
the sentiments in the eyes
the moon and the stars moldered!!
the tears flowed!
The heart of the mountain softened…
nature and humanity mourned the sorrow of the tulips.
Now, after years
the trace of the flowers faded
in generations, faces, planets and soils.
And one more time
the vampire bats of night
repeated their dastardliness
In Helebce and in right fronts
they poured poison and venom into mouths!!
Oh! Humanity is gone!
Where are the hearts, the sentiments?!
So much hardship! so much degeneration!
is hidden in the hearts and pains in grief, in claims
what remains is:
the pollution of cities
the change of wishes!
Oh! How painful is inhumanity
The horn of the jealousy is come out of the depth of water
among the whales and snakes and fish
and now the spiders spin a fair gossamer for flies
they can no longer endure the spring
this is where trees and flowers bear fruit in winter!
Is it the time to say goodbye to nature?
Is the time to growth the pain and grief and groan?
Depression is grown up in the garden of life!
“The eyes must be washed again” as the poet says
The minds must be cleaned
We have to go back to the human nature
We must become HUMAN
HUMAN
HUMAN
again.
Writer and poet Bijan Joormand
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