Shima Nesari Haghighi Fard
IN QUEST OF IMMUNITY
A poor gazed at the sky
Asking the lord that why?
This affliction is on me
Happiness in life I can not see
When I was a little child
Dad erased us from mind
Flying all the way to you
Mom was left all alone with her hue
When I held a book in hand
She said literacy no need to understand
On your own feet you have to stand
You have to work just like your dad
Holding this muddy cup so hard
Pulling the riches feet with hand
Holding their bags on your loin
Begging till they drop you a coin
Life In tatters you have to pass
Nights you have to pass on grass
The poor dropped his crystal tears
While his heart was embraced in fears
Mom life should not be that cruel
My soul can't follow with no rule
I dream to hold my parents hand
Playing on the beaches and sand
Till when from winter I have to freeze?
Asking, crying, begging, saying please
Give me something warm to eat
A small shelter where I can seat
People's looks break my heart
Draws my tears on face as art
My life can not fly in my dreams
My face can't sink in cold streams
Till when my tears wash their shoes
Till when my dignity I have to loose
Stepping my bare toes on the snows
While my faded face, hunger shows
Pulling their leg, for something to wear
Kicking me, yelling ,that how I dare?
Touching our shoes with your hand
Holding them with your dirty hand
Passing my nights on the ground
While for eating there was nothing found
Mom looked at me with all her love
Look inside, see what you have
Gold and beauty is not for them
In front of Lord they will feel shame
Manner and soul is what you had
It's not what it has sent from mom and dad
Hold tight in hand paradise's cord
Always thank and praise the Lord
Asking the lord that why?
This affliction is on me
Happiness in life I can not see
When I was a little child
Dad erased us from mind
Flying all the way to you
Mom was left all alone with her hue
When I held a book in hand
She said literacy no need to understand
On your own feet you have to stand
You have to work just like your dad
Holding this muddy cup so hard
Pulling the riches feet with hand
Holding their bags on your loin
Begging till they drop you a coin
Life In tatters you have to pass
Nights you have to pass on grass
The poor dropped his crystal tears
While his heart was embraced in fears
Mom life should not be that cruel
My soul can't follow with no rule
I dream to hold my parents hand
Playing on the beaches and sand
Till when from winter I have to freeze?
Asking, crying, begging, saying please
Give me something warm to eat
A small shelter where I can seat
People's looks break my heart
Draws my tears on face as art
My life can not fly in my dreams
My face can't sink in cold streams
Till when my tears wash their shoes
Till when my dignity I have to loose
Stepping my bare toes on the snows
While my faded face, hunger shows
Pulling their leg, for something to wear
Kicking me, yelling ,that how I dare?
Touching our shoes with your hand
Holding them with your dirty hand
Passing my nights on the ground
While for eating there was nothing found
Mom looked at me with all her love
Look inside, see what you have
Gold and beauty is not for them
In front of Lord they will feel shame
Manner and soul is what you had
It's not what it has sent from mom and dad
Hold tight in hand paradise's cord
Always thank and praise the Lord
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IN QUEST OF IMMUNITY
IN QUEST OF IMMUNITY
