An Idle prayer of a beggar “Poem”

While I was walking home tonight

A beggar, an old lady with cancer approached with timid expressions

I asked! What do you want?

She replied in tears holding her both hands clinging tightly into each other

“Pray for me” she implored!

I looked her with a stead fast haste

“Not God but mere ignorance of economizing”

Not God but the blessings of the capitalists

Not God but class struggle

Not class struggle but knowledge and self awareness

Not god but a social phenomena

Dhiker “Poem”

Romances “Don Juan”

Don Juan: What to say? I am a romantic soul visiting 2021

Young girl: Words no longer seduces us O Don Juan but money do!

Don Juan: poetry is a gift of nature, fortune is gift of commonality

Young girl: Duhh! Whatever!

Don Juan: I come too soon! yours are not the ears my mouth is made for

Young girl: What? Are you a sensationalist or mad man or a comedian?

Don Juan: surely 21st century deserves no romances, poetry and love but consumerism and endless idolizing materialism

Young girl: be gone! Where you come from now Don Juan, we want no more romantics, revolutionaries

Don Juan: wait! what to became of your smile like the echos of rainbows, your eyes like the deep silence of distant seas, your kisses like the longing rainfall for barren gardens

Young girl: laughs ha!ha! Walks always mockingly

Don Juan: never heard of and never return but disappears back to the yellow pages jotted down by lord Byron and many others

To the Iranian Prophet “Zoroaster”

Behold! All lovers of knowledge I am Zoroaster, a redeemer, a lover of mankind

I teach not what others preach

I preach not my ways but of Humanly ways only

The Zoroaster thus spake, “All nations produce their prophets yet I am from the nation of Iran”

Have you heard of my stories from the German Philosopher?

Have you seen those Zoroastrians alive?

What have become of my Iran? And it’s neighboring nations?

What Zoroaster teaches is not dogmatism

Zoroaster desires no followers but a quest for followers to follow their own paths

To the Iranian prophet whom I studied with passion and love

To the Iranian prophet who resides in every scholars heart and soul

At once Zarathustra spake, “Follow not my path but discover your own”

My Brethren and comrades despise Zoroaster and he teaches not for honor or praise but for the love of it

To the Iranian prophet who open doors for new inquiry

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