Gracious Poem by Ali Rezavand Zayeri

Gracious

I asked the wind when she will come?
He answered: Never, but I can't believe!
I asked the window, how long I should stay glum?
He answered: Ever, but I suddenly leave.
I forget the door is open I have nothing to reave,
She will come in sweet dreams I have no doubt;
Even in heaven at last scene like Eve,
Or in hell with Satan before last knout.
I will stay cause I am enough Stout,
I will say to the wind you are a liar
I will say to the window you are mendacious.
When love will arrive my life entire
I will pray real God gracious!


Ali Rezavand