Amanisha, Name of the Beloved

Amanisha, Name of the Beloved

Born in the black apple of the black eye of a black hole
Born out of failed intercourse of degenerated neutron carrying forth as
by-product a black shroud, around a chasm ranging to infinite-
This is black attraction alluring to break barriers of rule, dream and fancy
with darkness full of rays- untamed and unchecked, unknown and unrecognized;
A work of art that you may compare to Mashhad, the place where I came from
To your civilization-

My arrival is that of clouds born unidentified, moving to and fro
Eventually, clouds disappear into nothingness like tail of the nebula
There is no art, no melody and attraction in me
Nor anything of excellence in way through
In your kingdom, I get lost, dubbed the frenetic fellow.

All the rays wear seven colors and fill corners around
Instead of continuous lamp burning, my world is colorless-
Neither heat nor light nor scope for retrospection
No one waits opening the door for me
I am the freak of nature, uncivilized, unwanted
I have only a dream and Amanisha- my beloved.