ﻋـﺎﻗــﻼﻥ ﺍﻫـﻞ ﺳﮑﻮﺕ ﺍﻧﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺣـﺮﻓﯽ ﻧـﯿـﺴــﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﻫــﯿﺎﻫــﻮﯼ ﺩﻭ ﺩﯾــﻮﺍﻧـﻪ ﻧــﺒــﺎﯾـﺪ ﺗــﺮﺳــﯿــﺪ
ﮔﺎﻫــﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺣــﺎﺩﺛــﻪ ﺍﯼ ﺗــﻠــﺦ ﮔـــﺬﺷــﺘــﻢ ﺍﻣّــﺎ
ﮔـﺎﻫــﯽ ﺍﺯ ﻫــﯿـﭻ ﺗـﺮﯾــﻦ ﺣﺎﺩﺛﻪ ﺑـﺎﯾﺪ ﺗــﺮﺳـﯿــﺪ !
ﻣـﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺭﻭﺯ ﮐـﻪ ﻗـﻮﻣﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺐ ﺁﻟـﻮﺩﻩ ﺷـﻮﺩ
ﻭ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺣــﮑــﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻃــﻮﻓــﺎﻥ ﻧـﮑــﻨﺪ ﻣﯽ ﺗﺮﺳﻢ
ﻣــﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺯﻧـﺪﮔﯽ ِ ﺳـــﺨـﺖ ﺍﮔــﺮ ﺁﺧﺮِ ﮐـﺎﺭ
ﻣــﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ ﺳـــﺎﺩﻩ ﻭ ﺁﺳــﺎﻥ ﻧﮑــﻨﺪ ﻣﯽ ﺗـــﺮﺳـــﻢ
ﻫــﻤــﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﺷــﺘــﻦِ ﺟـﺎﻥ ﮔــﺮﺍﻥ ﻣـــﯽ ﺗــﺮﺳــﻨﺪ
ﻣﻦ ﻭﻟﯽ ﺑـﯿـﺸـﺘـﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺑـﺎﺭ ﮔــﺮﺍﻥ ﻣـــﯽ ﺗـــﺮﺳــﻢ
ﺍﻓـﺘـﺨـﺎﺭﻡ ﻫــﻤــﻪ ﺍﺵ ﺯﺧـﻢِ ﺟـﮕﺮ ﺩﺍﺷـﺘــﻦ ﺍﺳـﺖ
ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﮔـﻔــﺘـﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺯﺧــﻢ ﺯﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺗﺮﺳﻢ ! ؟
ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﺎﻧﻮﺍﯾﯽ ﺗﺎﻥ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺭﻭﺯﯼ ِ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ
ﺍﯼ ﮐﻪ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﯾﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻏــﻢ ﻧــﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺗﺮﺳﻢ !
ﻣﯽ ﺭﺳﺪ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﯽ ﮐـﻪ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﯿﺴﺖ ...
ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺭﻭﺯ ... ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺭﻭﺯ ... ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺗﺮﺳﻢ ..