Some people (Poetry)
Even after getting everything
His mind remains restless
Despite your joy everywhere
He knows
Some people still
Could not be won
Some people still
Standing in front of him raising his head
Some people still keep
The encouragement to talk with his eyes in his eyes
The strength to tell his lies a lie
To the animal inside him
Smell
He knows
Without the remaining few people
His victory is incomplete
And thinking this
And the soot of his face gets deeper
He turns in sleep
And gets up shocked
Looks at the face touching
His palms are blinded with blood
Stuck around the neck
Thousands screams and groan
He can't understand
In the soot nights of the day
Why does a blood come down on the face
She with her dance music colors and words
Wants to wash and wash
He tries to play the flute
But the flute instead
Children's cry burst
And in its terrible noise
Sobs and screams
Get buried
He joins the wings of dead pigeons
Poses to an invisible cat
Every time he with a poor irrational thing
It says this is what the people of this country want
For your public acceptance
Finally every dictator
Culture comes near
Some of the remaining people know this