Navid Hassan Zadeh

My life is like a floating piece of wood,

Drifting in a never-ending sea

Lost and cast away, forever, for good

Ocean is kindly smothering me

Floating in this never-ending sea

I’ve come far from the crowded shore,

I drifted and fell. No one even saw

I am forgotten, shaken to the core

I’ve come far from the crowded shore,

I’ve gotten soft. I am sore and weak

This is where I die, the ocean’s floor

Will of my absence anyone speak?

I wonder sometimes: to where will I go?

The water takes me. I will never know.