Songs of Being: poetry

By Nader Rahimi

The poems in this book explore philosophical, social, political issues even scientific matters surrounding humanity today with a distinct perspective. In this turbulent and uncertain time, a poem can be a panacea for a peaceful and kind living.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Jan 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649694317

Book preview

Twilight is a retrieve for a sunrise

Forever standing the tall mountain,

Endeavors the long droughts and stormy weathers,

The roving river between the valleys and mountains, brawl with rocks and sands forever.

In the face of roadblocks, it makes reoccurring advances and occasional retrieve.

The shining sun that ends the darkness of the night,

Bravely faces off with the night every day.

Twilight is fruition of a day and a retrieve for a sunrise. 

When they meet, they tell each other,

Be like an enduring mountain, a traveling river and a shining sun.

With footsteps I walk to the sun 

On the limb with footsteps I walk to the sun,

A whistle blower of all times,

An uncanny hero,

A curfew breaker of the eerie darkness.

Sunrise is the greatest revelation,

The ears and eyes of conscience,

Awash of truths like water in pellucid rivers and oceans, 

Oceans salute sunrise with low tides and

Wild flowers bloom in meadows.

In every sunrise, there is a kindle of hope and,

Freedom from the darkness,

Dreams are born with sunrise and live on with sunbeams,

Twilight is memory of the day and salute to the departing sun.

I know why the lights of some houses are dim,

And windows are covered with curtains,

Why prisons have tall walls,

Who lurks at the shadows of darkness,

Why People dress black,

Where people bury their sorrows, 

And disinter hope,

Tulips have red color,

Butterflies live short,

Where dreams never die, and 

Hopes always live.

Water lily season

From the ruins of today tomorrow will rise,

From the seeds of withering flowers a garden,

From the lifeless winter a fecund season,

From the stagnate waters and backwaters a moving river,

From the resonance of a child’s cry a