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Ehsan Elahi Ehsan

We are living in a strange desert of agony

We are living in the river of life full of illusions

The winds have written all our mistakes

Yet we are not reading them and living

In the canopy of our lonely minds

Even you, oh dear, have been obliterated

From my mind and memory for the moment

It seems we are living only under the rubble

Of our vague and idle thoughts

That blessed bird under whose shadow

We are trying to find shelter

Is itself quite helpless under the conditions

There are the showers of death everywhere

And we are forced yet to live

Every moment we are so terrified

As if we are living in a town of glasses.

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