it's not a thread...

It's not a thread,
It's a story,
a story of pain,
empty
as null
warm like shame,
the same time cold as pain,
the old man said,
the old walking dead,
said
in this village,
in this time,
rostams are dead,
gandhis are buried,
deep,
in their rooms,
with their invisible tombs,
and their imaginations,
along with their pictures,
of their goddesses,
heh,
in their dreams,
away from the truth,
the sharp,unsweetened bitter truth,
you,who reading this,
you,if buried,
if dead,
It's time,
the time to rise,
and face the beauty,
the beauty of resistance,
of life,
of God,
of yourself,
of love,
and run,
away,
from the past,
the dark and fearlike past,
and build the new life,
the life full of proud.
full of joy.
yes It was a story,
a story of all of us.


your friend sajjad ko