Here is a poem from my Friend Elveera from Pakistan, you read other poems from her in previous topics. It is very beautiful poem. I hope you enjoy it. Leave your comments on her poem. Thank you

!When I am alone, You are there

YOU LIFT MY HOPES WHEN I AM DOWN
,YOU MAKE ME SMILE WHEN I FROWN
,MY PROBLEMS, MY WORRIES, YOU SOLVE THEM ALL
.YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER MY CALL

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Mahdi is impatient

Earth lonely and Mahdi, impatience‏

Firmament lovelorn, days distressed

O' heart, Friday arrived, sweetheart didn't

The evening of anticipation didn't end

All hearts full of sigh, sorrow, and pain

All buttercups, faded and yellow        

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Your Eyes 

When the silence of village change to shout

History will get rid of your restriction

,History is an old book in which

Recalls of my old wounds

Whatever I had, took from me the girl of Khan

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Masterpieces of

 Statue of Liberty 

A) She could burn the army of

 Israel to the crisp

With that torch

She could crush thousands

of Israelis' tanks

.With that thick book

She could fasten Ulmert and

Liuni's hands

.With the chains beneath her legs

 ... She could

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Earl and his friends

Earl was bragging to his boss one day, “You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, .”and I know them

Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, “OK, Earl

?”how about Tom Cruise

.  “Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it“

So Earl and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise’s door, and sure enough, Tom Cruise, shouts, “Earl! Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and

 !”join me for lunch

I Envy Seas

I envy Seas, whereon He rides

I envy Spokes on Wheels

-Of Chariouts, that Him convey

I envy Crooked Hills

-That gaze upon His journey

How easy All can see

What is forbidden utterly

!As Heaven- unto me

-I envy Nests of Sparrows

-That dot His distant Eaves

-The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane

-The happy- happy Leaves

That just abroad His Window

-Have summer's leave to play

The Ear Rings of Pizzaro

-Could not obtain for me

-I envy Light- that wakes Him

And Bells- that boldly ring

To tell Him it is Noon, abroad

-Myself- be Noon to Him

-Yet interdict- my Blossom

-And abrogate- my Bee

-Lest Noon in Everlasting Night

-Drop Gabriel- and Me

Emily Dickinson

Selected Poems and Letters

به دریاها رشک می برم

به دریاها رشک می برم، جای که او بر آن می راند-

به پره های چرخ ها رشک می برم،

به ارابه هایی که او را می برند.

به تپه های پر پیچ و خم رشک می برم.

که به سفرش چشم دوخته اند-

چه آسان همه می توانند ببینند،

چیزی که همچون بهشت

مطلقا بر من ممنوع است!

به لانه گنجشکان رشک می برم-

که رخبام دورش را نقطه گذاری کرده است.

به آن مگس خوشبخت بر جام پنجره اش،

به برگ های شاد و خرسند.

که بیرون از پنجره اش

از تابستان اذن بازی گرفته اند-

گوشواره های پیزارو هم حتی

نمی تواند این خوشبختی را نصیب من کند-

به نور رشک می برم- که او را بیدار می کند-

و به ناقوس- که جسورانه زنگ می زند

تا به او گوید که ظهر فرا رسیده است.

من می خواهم خود ظهر او باشم.

اما هنوز شکوفه ام را منع می کنم-

و زنبورم را بر می چینم-

مبادا ظهر در شبی بی پایان

 جبریل و مرا رها کند.

DREAM

,I was lying on the couch
,While comforting myself I dreamt
,In the dream I saw a red apple tree
,Around it were playing children tensions free
,There were rides and games children were playing
Some were jumping and running while others were chatting,
,There I saw a young lad sitting alone
,He looked as if his soul had flown
,But yet had a false smile on his face
,Showing he had no worries in any case
,I went to ask him, then suddenly
,Rain started pouring down heavily
,It was so cold yet he seemed lifeless
,And showed as if he was painless
As I asked, he never answered me
,And it seemed something was wrong
,But after a hard attempt he said
,I'm a Cancer patient and almost dead
,With this he stood to leave
,But, I asked him to believe
,In Almighty Allah
,At this he said nothing but fell
,And, due to cold weather he fell unconscious
,I tried to wake him up but found him dead
,I was very upset then suddenly
,I was awoken by sun's scorching beams
,And then I screamed
,It felt like something of my life had been taken away
,I still don't know what the dream was about
!...But, I thank God that it was just a dream
                                                                                  ‌By:  My friend Elveera Balouch 

Nostalgic for Spring

Every day the name of anticipation is formed on my heart

 ?O, the meaning of tranquility and rest when will you arrive

Seasons come and your green concept is wished

, Gardens are grown and we are missed the spring

It's more than a millennium we've lost the sun

 The word of your black eyes, a legendary tale

Yes, the hope of your arrival is sat in my heart

.O, the passerby! One night, you will arrive in turn of this alley

As if my tears are rooted in yours

 .Sorrow won't grow up without your sight

Tonight my sky is light because of your passing wish

.I'm drowned in your eyes in this lonely presence

Wave in wave of your eyes is the new signs

. I go to this dust with a love intonation

Leila Khojaste Rad

Glorya

 The real love

?A student asked his lecturer: What's love

The lecturer answered:" Go to a farm and

 bring the lushest branch but while passing

 the farm remember that you can't come

.back to pick up another branch

The student went to the farm and he returned

 .after a long time

?"The lecturer asked:" What did you bring    

He answered ruefully:" Nothing! Whatever I

went forward I saw lushest branches and

 I went to the end of the farm in the hope of

.  finding the lushest branch

"!…The lecturer said:" This is love

?" The student asked:" So what is marriage

 The lecturer said:" Go to a forest and bring

 the tallest tree but remember that you can't return

" …to the back

The student went and he came back with

. a tree after a short time

The lecturer asked the student what happened

and he said in reply:" I went to the forest and

 I chose the first tall tree I saw. I afraid if

".I go forward, I return empty-handed

"! …The lecturer said again:" This is marriage

...And this is the difference between love and marriage

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Translated by: Glorya 

The grown up student 

Sakkaki was a metal worker and artisan, who could make a very elegant ink-well with a more elegant lock with such a skill and exactness which was worthy to dedicate to a king. He was anticipated all sort of encouragement and applause for his art. He presented it to the king with thousands of hopes and desires. At first, as it was expected, it was given attentions, but an event happened that changed the mind and way of Sakkaki's life. While the king was busy watching that industry and Sakkaki was amazed with his illusion too, they were announced that –a critic scientist or a jurisconsult- is entering.

 As soon as he entered, the king was such busy entertaining and speaking with him, that he forgot Sakkaki and his industry and art.

 Noticing this spectacle causes a deep transition in his soul. And he found out that the appreciation and encouragement which must, won't occur and all those hopes and desires was inopportune. But Sakkaki's highly flying soul wasn't that could quiet down. Now what should he do? He thought he would do what others did and he should go the way others went. He should follow lessons and books to seek his lost hopes and desires in that way.

Although it wasn't easy for an aged man who passed his youth period to study with just ripened children and to start from ABC, but it's never too late to mend. Worse that all, when he started to study, he didn't find any talent and taste in himself toward this work. Perhaps working for years in industrial and technical works hardened his scientific and literary taste. But neither passing age nor putting off talent, none could make him far from his decision. He started with a high effort, since something happened.

 A teacher, who taught them SHAFE EE science, taught him this affair:" The lecturer's idea is that a dog skin is cleaned by tanning."

 Sakkaki repeated this sentence tens times in order to be able to do his exam well, but just as he wanted to answer, he expressed

in this way:" The dog idea is that a lecturer's skin is cleaned by tanning."

The audience burst out laughing. It was proved to all that this old man who took a fancy to study at old age, came to nothing

Sakkaki couldn't stay at school nor at city, so did he go to desert. The extensive world became narrow for him. He reached to the foot of a mount by chance; he recognized that water dripped from a high position on a rock drop by drop. And due to the continuous falling in, it pierced the rock. He thought for an instant and an idea entered his mind in a flash and said in himself:" However untalented my mind is, it's not harder than stone. It's not possible that continuance and perseverance remain ineffective. He came back and spent so much effort and perseverance that his talent was restored and he turned into the one of the unparalleled scientist in literature in the long run

Dastan Rastan/lecturer Motahhari

Translated by: Glorya

The indecent face of hatred!

A teacher of a kindergarten said to kids that he wanted to play with them.

 He told them to pick a sack and  to fill it with potato as the number of people who hate for and to bring it to the kindergarten.

The next day children came to the kindergarten with the sacks in their hands.

There were 2 potatoes in some sacks and in some 3 and in some of them 5 potato.

The teacher told them: Take the sack with yourselves everywhere you go for a week.

Days passed and little by little children started to complain about the bad smell of the rotten potatoes.

Moreover those who had more potatoes. They were tired of carrying them.

After passing one week, game finished finally and children took it easy.

The teaher asked them: What did you feel of carrying potatoes for a week?

Children complained of carrying bad smell and rotten potatoes.

Then teacher explained his mean of playing that game, in this way:

It is like a time when you keep the hatred of those who you don't like in your heart and you carry it everywhere with yourself.

 The bad smell of hatred and grudge, make your heart rotted and you carry it everywhere with yourselves.

Now that you couldn't keep the bad smell of potatoes just for a week so how you want to bear the bad smell of hatred in your heart?

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                                                           Translated by:  Glorya

!!!Aware soul of life

                         . Life is to smile, not to breathe 

!To smile at the truth of mirrors 

Life is more beautiful than happiness. Your today is  the  portraitist of your tomorrow.  Now look at your today, how do you

?portray your tomorrow 

Love life; since it gives you opportunity to be overfilled with joy  .

and the happiness of  watching the stars which are shining over

.your head

Love life, since it gives you opportunity to watch the exhilarating

.smile of the buds on the branches 

  Life is not a word; it's an aware  soul that s breathing upon your heart and asking you to look again at what you saw before and

!ignored 

Those flowers which perfume the others life, never are deprived of

.their own scent

!Nothing like kindness makes the life warm and sweet

sWhen one recognized the life, he will know all the advantages

.and values  

Success magazine                                                    By: Glorya 

Snow

-The city- basking in the golden color of sunset

                                         was falling asleep again                                                             

                                  From everywhere the sky was full of scurrying clouds

                                        Storming to the city from the peak of the mount

                                            - The snow and -cold wind

                                                Picking up again by the wind's paw

- The orange and yellow leaves 

                                         Clouds joining together by the wind's help

                                           Closed all the windows

Together hastily

                                           They covered the city 

                                                                             The city brimming with color    

                                               Some seconds being spent in silence

                                                             ! In hesitation

 ,Early in the morning when the city awoke from a calm sleep                                   

                                                     ,  There was no sign of color

All over a gleam of hope

                                                       All over was exquisiteness

                            !   All over was the white color                         

Poet:Hassan Asgari

Translator: Glorya                                                                                      

Once upon a time, a city       

Once upon a time, there was a city, attractive and emerald green. You could behold the mirth from the green height of it's hills. Men were in effort for their livelihood, women after their children; Children blithe and bonny Satisfied with their simple life, as the world was their property

Once upon a time there was a city, Green and fresh- it was in bloom. If you looked at it's sky, you'd find nothing but the bright azure of honesty, you'd see nothing but the small doves of liberty, o'er it's endless blue. It wouldn't rain but the rain of divine mercy. You could see nothing but the greenery of hope, and redness of love. You could smell nothing but the sweet embalmed of peace, nothing would grow but sincerity and unity seed's. A city where was birthplace of the messenger of peace and amity, Where was the start of Muslimlihood

Once upon a time a storm blew up, the outrageous clouds struggled down to the blue sky of that city, they killed the small bird of mirth, they roared upon the green land of amity. They devoured the men of that land; they drowned the innocent children in blood

.children who were playing. The palms rose out of the sea with their death

.Once upon a time there was no sign of happiness any longer

City was drowned in dust and blood, there was no sign of greenery, but the black color of impudence, but it's men were still men and it's women still women

There was no sign of justice, but hope was still alive

Once upon a time there was a city, attractive and emerald green

.Where you could feel happiness from the green peak of it's height

    Glorya                                                                                                  

My world is a shiny world
with stunning mounts and attractive mounds
with glorious landscapes and fragrant Rose

My world is a splendid world
with extensive ports and priceless hoards
with too many youths and so many old
...But
There is no voice in my magnificent world
My world is a silent world
.My world is a mute world
. I can't hear bird's song and sounds of the thunderbolts
I speak with my hands, I can't say a word

When the birds are singing their songs
or the waves are hitting the rocks
I wish I could hear the sounds

when the raindrops fall
or the rustle of leaves in the fall 
                                  I wish I could hear those sounds

    Poet: Glorya                                                                        

Two brothers

 Two brothers worked on a family land together; one of them was married and had a large family and the other one single. By night two brothers shared everything of interest and crop between themselves. Once, the single brother thought in himself:" It's not fair to share everything, I'm single and I have no expenses; but he manages a large family." So when night fell, he picked up a sack full of wheat and took it to his brother's barn furtively and strewed it on his crop. Meantime, the married brother thought in himself that:" it's not fair to share everything together I'm married and settled down but he hasn’t married yet and needs to provide for the future." So when night fell, he picked up a sack full of wheat and took it to his brother's barn furtively and     strewed it on his crop                                                                                                          

                                                             ***     

Years passed and two brothers were wondered why their store of wheat was always the same and equal. Until, in a dark night two brothers met each other in the way of barn. They gazed at each other for a while then without uttering a word they put their sacks on the ground and embraced one another 

           Translated by: Glorya                                                                                   

;Children awaken me in the early light 'Winter is coming' they shout in unison 'The leaves have danced off the limbs and the the trees are going to sleep, Mama.' says one 'Winter is coming' claps two and three as they parade around on my bed 'Hot chocolate' screamed one 'with marshmallows' yelled two 'I will pop the popcorn' states three ' Winter is coming, Mama, we had our first frost. I thought it was dew, but it crunched under my feet.' says one with bright open eyes and cold feet on my toasty legs 'Winter is coming, Mama, no more mosquitoes to bite us when we play.' cried two in excitement 'Winter is coming, Mom, I better go out and chop some wood for the family.' states nostalgic three Yawn Stretch pull the covers closer Sleepy answers 'Oh good, Winter is coming. I can crochet you a new scarf.' pointing to one 'I can make you a new doll' pointing to two 'And for you' beaming at three, 'I will bake some fresh bread for you my darlin' Hugs all around Wiggle Jump Skip !'Winter is coming ' !'Winter is coming ' ! 'Hooray! ! Winter is coming Shala Drake

Eliza Riley

Return to Paradise

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here
     She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then 
     But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces 
     Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?
     The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet

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     Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach 
     Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby 
     She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him

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  Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears 
     They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the . divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises