


يه روز وقتى به گل نيلوفر نگاه مى كردم
ترس تموم وجودمو برداشت
كه شايد من هم يه روز مثل گل نيلوفر تنها بشم .
سريع از كنار مرداب دور شدم .
حالا وقتى ميبينم خودم مرداب شدم .
دنبال يه گل نيلوفر مي گردم كه از تنهايى نميرم
و حالا مى فهمم
گل نيلوفر مغرور نيست اون خودشو وقف مرداب كرده
...This poem was nominated for the best poem of 2005,
written by an African child


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
& When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
when I die, I still back &
you white people
When u born, u pink
When u grow up, u white
When u go in sun, u red
When u cold, u blue
When u scared, u yellow
When u sick, u green &
when u die, u gray &
!! u calling me colored
...

Though you are not here
wherever I go or whatever I do
I see your face in my mind
and I miss you so
I miss telling you everything
I miss showing you things
I miss our eyes
secretly giving each other confidence
I miss your touch
I miss our excitement together
I miss everything we share
I don't like missing you
It is a very cold
and lonely feeling
I wish that I could be
with you right now
where the warmth of our love
would melt the winter snows
But since I can't be
with you right now
I will have to be content
just dreaming about
when we'll be together again
...
ابتدا نيت كنيد
سپس براي شادي روح حضرت حافظ يك صلوات بفرستيد
.::.حالا كليد فال را فشار دهيد.::.