Tuesday, August 21, 2007

living

There are a number of us creep.
Into this world to eat and sleep.
And know no reason why they are born.
But merely to consume the corn.
Devour the cattle fowl and fish.
And leave behind an empty dish.
The crows and ravens do the same.
Unlucky birds of hateful name.
Then if their tombstone when they die.
Ben,t taught to flatter and to lie.
There is nothing better will be said.
Than that"they have ate up all their bread.
Drunk up their drink and gone to bed<<<<

خوردن برای زیستن و زنده ماندن است
او معتقد که زیستن از بهر ماندن است

2 comments:

Lilac said...

Salam Ali Aziz,

I am going back over some old e-mails that I put to the side. I came across this one and had a moment to read some of your poetry posts. I especially liked this one and the one about children. I will bookmark your blog on my home computer.

Ali M said...

hello dear lilac
thank you for your comment and reading some poets but I am not aquainted to the name lilac the style of writing seems familiar can you kindly say more detail ali