Who will? چه کسی؟

Who will relieve our sorrow?

My heart is broken from all this sadness

Those who killed were my loved ones

They didn't taste love before they traveled

Their life and presence was as short as a butterfly

How can we calm our hearts?

When we are left without guts?

My tears are afraid of me

That I May leave them in the desert of

My frozen face

Did you see the boys before their puberty

Fighting with the sense of fatherhood for the next generation?

Did you see the girls fighting motherly for the next generation?

Although they had no children

Once The taste of martyrdom was a slogan for war

Now taken from this bravery again color

What courage was hidden in this land!

Why don't I see justice?

Who will answer mothers?

Heaven is not the answer

To our great sorrow,

Hell is not the answer

To the end of oppression,

Why didn't the world pay its due?

How do you guarantee there is heaven?

It is hard for me that a girl is sleeping in the dirt

It is hard for me that someone died for my freedom

While I’m doing something that is useless

It is hard for me to be told to:

”pass! Do not care for this deluded thoughts!”

Which deluded thoughts?

These were free-spirited.

Can you hear their souls?

Whispering to their mothers:

“My absence didn't give me the chance to kiss you

They baptized me with my stubborn suffering

Believe me, tonight I am crucified with happiness

With my red-colored death, I revealed their baseness

I am satisfied with everything I said and everything I did

Don't cry mom, for I'm the nightmare of these unfair judges"

Author's Note

I wrote it in Persian and then I translated the Persian poem to English.
I hope you will enjoy the Persian Poem written in the font of "Nastaliq" or "نستعلیق".
Reviews are all appreciated.
Many thanks to my dear sister Lightsong for her Ideas on this poem:)

Reviews

[lightsong]

Dear Sis says, Nima is more than welcome 🤗

[Nima.Hope]

You make me humble Mademoiselle:)

[lightsong]

Why Nima is not at school? I hope he is not playing naughty lol.

[Nima.Hope]

No, I'm not being naughty. Yesterday the manager of school told us to not come on Tuesday and study for the midterm test that will be held on Wednesday. I woke up at 6 and now is 8:41. I came to edit a poem and saw your comment in my rest time.
Do not worry:)

[lightsong]

lol don't take it seriously I was only joking Mister ;>

[Nima.Hope]

Okay ma'am:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Nima. This is powerful poetry. Us, who love to write. We must remind the world of people, who cannot no-more. The poetry told the honest truth. So much death and murder in our world. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. More people needs to read their words.
Coyote

[Nima.Hope]

Dear Coyote, Thanks for your consideration and kind words. If you come and live in Iran, you will truely see that we are suffering a lot. They are killing people with no rational reason. Even 10 year old kids or 15 year-old girls. The only thing important is to be aware and human.
Regards

[Coyote Poetry]

It is a terrible world my friend. We need a cure. A effort of many is the only way. You are welcome.

[Nima.Hope]

Thanks sir.

[lightsong]

How I love the visual of this... and how You added your own personal touch there making it more special. I am not sure if I am right or not, but I see more power in your poetry here, like You've expanded your limits and You are writing more comfortably. though I understand why You didn't separate the poem into verses here, but consider that my dear, it might strength your poem more, email me with that version and let us see if it is better.

I truly admire your willing and open ears to hear and learn, I told You, You are smart and a fast learner and this one proofs it. Well done, so well done.

[Nima.Hope]

Thank you my dear. You are so kind. Well, first I wrote it in Persian and it has more rhythm in Persian but then I translate it into English and I believe the translation was'nt that much strong. Can you explain more about what you mean about separating the poem into verses?

[lightsong]

For me, I see You did great with your translation, translation as we spoke may breaks the strength of a poem, and here I don't feel that.

Here is an example for what I meant,

Who will relieve our sorrow?
My heart is broken from all this sadness
Those who killed were my loved ones
They did not taste love before they traveled
Their life and presence was as short as a butterfly
How can we calm our hearts?
When we are left without guts?
My tears are afraid of me
May not I leave them in the desert of
My frozen face

Did you see the boys before their puberty
Fighting with the sense of fatherhood for the next generation?
Did you see the girls fighting motherly for the next generation?
Although they had no children
Once The taste of martyrdom was a slogan for war
Now taken from this bravery again color
What courage was hidden in this land!
Why don't I see justice?

[Nima.Hope]

Oh, now I understood dear. I will edit it ASAP. It will make the poem much better.
Thanks a billion sweetheart, I'm your student and thanks for being a great teacher:)

[lightsong]

lol You make me more than I am. Thank You my dear and You know how You are so welcome :>

[Nima.Hope]

How about now my dear? What do you think of this edited version?

[lightsong]

Give me a little time 😊

[Nima.Hope]

sure Mademoiselle. :)

[lightsong]

The Mademoiselle is busy at the moment, need sometime. but I noticed You've changed the font. keep the previous one :>

[Nima.Hope]

Okay ma'am. There is no hurry. I will keep the previous one

[lightsong]

ma'am and Mademoiselle are here now, will send You my version via email >