A Poem For The Iranian Poetees, Farugh Farrukhzad (1934 - 1967)

Poem By Parveen Shakir

Striving daily for some sort of reason, qualifying all
the suffering and turmoil that we ago through continually
on this earth.

Stretching imagination, trying to touch reality and get
some sort of understanding of why this life has to be so
difficult and hard to live with.

Senses being attuned to pain and suffering, hurting deeply
as if being pierced and stabbed constantly without any
mercy or love.

Always wanting to find some peace or serenity, yet it
constantly escapes us.

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