The Sorrows of the World
The sorrows of the world possess a world of their own,
Endless and boundless,
They do not die.
Like energy,
They transform
From one form into another.
At times, a hammer
Crashing upon the nest of a grieving bird.
At times, an arrow
Piercing the breast of a captive love.
At times, a spark to feed the lamp of life,
A glimmer for survival,
And a strength for imagination.
آلام عالم
آلام عالم عالمی دارد
بی انتها و بی منتها
مرگ ندارد
مانند انرژی
از شکلی به شکلی دیگر
تبدیل می شود
گاه پتکی است
بر آشیان مرغی غمین
گاه تیری
بر سینۀ مهری رهین
گاه شرری از برای چراغ زندگی
بارقه ای برای بقا
و توانی برای تخیل
سهیل خداپرستی
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2026 16:36
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Comments1
Life and its adversities in this poem well done
Thank you very much for taking the time to share your thoughts.
You are most welcome
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