I was a snowman
Made of two children’s love
Who lived under the snow for a day and a half
Before the sun melt him down
When one sixth of my time passed
I learnt how to read
And I read about children’s love
When two sixth of my life passed
I became a man
For I had been with my first snow-woman
I was a child when half of my life passed
And I had a love,
With whom I made another snow-man
And I saw my snowman
Live under the snow
For the other half of my life (half of a day and a half)
Till sun came up and melt me down
But the child wasn’t there to watch me melt
For there was a brand new snowman to be built
Milad Kamkar
“What is death?” asked the little angel
“What’s death?”
He asked the question
I said: It’s not living anymore
He asked: “What is living?”
I said its adoration
He asked: “what is adoration?”
I said: Without adoration, it means death
And then he asked me again
“What is death?”
But I had no answer for the little angel who wanted to know why humans are living and then I died.
Sicker than death
Heavier than burial place
As dead as carcass
As grey as darkness,
My sadness burden is on my reverse