Excerpt by "Mahmud Kianush"
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It is easy for poets
To talk of love
In beautiful songs and sonnets,
Lamenting the sufferings of separation,
Or enjoying the delight of union
With a real or
an imaginary beloved.
To talk of love
In beautiful songs and sonnets,
Lamenting the sufferings of separation,
Or enjoying the delight of union
With a real or
an imaginary beloved.
... But of the real terror
That tears the heart of a crying child
Abandoned to its fate
Amid the burning debris of war,
No one has ever written
That great tragic ode
And it will remain unworded
To the end of man and earth.
(Excerpt: Copyright © 2004 K. Kianush, Art Arena)
http://www.art-arena.com/mahmud_kianush.htm
That tears the heart of a crying child
Abandoned to its fate
Amid the burning debris of war,
No one has ever written
That great tragic ode
And it will remain unworded
To the end of man and earth.
(Excerpt: Copyright © 2004 K. Kianush, Art Arena)
http://www.art-arena.com/mahmud_kianush.htm
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