O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...

To others we do
things that blueprint everything...

To A. Shamloo::
It was somewhere...

Hi
I am a single father...

They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...

The objective of a heart is
to defeat time...

A soft deer cut in
barbwires of hyena's fangs...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, their canines...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

_"I invite you all to the fire!"
Said the hero...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Not necessary
from some solid attributes...