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In the Casements of Memories
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan
When somebody comes and sits
In the casement of our memories
He makes us forget altogether
The severity of the rainstorms
And the intensity of windstorms.
In the kingdom of the heart
In the rule of the heart
Flowers begin to blossom
We are ready to live in the state of crucifixion
We become accustomed to drink
The bitter draughts of grief so happily
The tyranny of time is scattered
Like the dust of the old trodden paths
All the gloominess of the face
Is washed away by our tears
All our sullenness of nature
Is cleaned away all at once
When somebody comes and sits
In the casement of our memories.
Although many people come and go
In the doorway of our lives
And they are telling us their stories
And make us roam in the streets of their love
Yet when we are alone, all alone
And meet with our solitude
Some new kinds of flowers begin to bloom
Who listen to our story so patiently
We tell in detail what happens to us
In the days and nights of our life
It only happens when
Some body comes and sits
In the casement of our memories
This is usually the time with us
When he makes us forget altogether
The severity of the rainstorms
And the intensity of windstorms. |
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