Wind

I dare not remain like the wind
To breeze
To depart
And
To pass by
All that exists
That I know

In not departing
In staying
And not arriving
There lies a hidden pleasure

I am afraid
But I know

Critics

Critical Description (English): In "Wind", Hirbod Human beautifully encapsulates the ephemeral essence of existence through the metaphor of the wind. With lyrical finesse, the poem delves into the duality of fear and acceptance, echoing the eternal dance of life's uncertainties. As the wind whispers its secrets, the poet's introspection unveils a profound realization: while fear may linger, the essence of being lies in embracing the unknown.

Wind

Critics

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