Mehraneh , 6 february 2013
Since the time I had begun,
My life was always dun.
It was somewhat spartan.
No one said, you are a little son
The one who needs more fun.
Then, when my father gone,
I didn't even see the sun.
I only had my wine tun.
I had to worked for a piece of bun.
Run an' run an' run
Anytime I felled in love with someone,
She said I'm not the one.
Love, something which I always foregone.
Nothing, is the only thing I won,
From all those things I've done.
Sometimes I put the bullet in the gun,
To be dead and gone,
But it's just a big con,
Playing with words or making pun,
I can't be such a moron.
Mehraneh , 21 february 2012
When there is no space to bear out
A politician with enormous clout!
The one who calls you a litter lout
Try not to show how
Misfortune we are now
Try not to find a way
Come on stay home and lay
Try not to find money
Money is in his pocket honey
Try not to ask why
Their salaries become high & high
Not to make your mind busy
Unless they'll call you crazy
Only because your hair is frizzy
They'll give you a *star *, how easy!
You took the wind out of our sail
This term, you Mr. fail
Excuse me should I go to jail! ?
Oh darling your life is in a hail
Or it will be hanged by a hair
You could be dead for all they care
Who can say it's unfair?
Today you are at home
Being in your own room
Tomorrow when you wake up
You have to go and break up
You are now too far
Somewhere behind a bar
It gave me a nasty jar
It seems I hit the wall
Gratitude to insane one
Do you know what I mean Hun?
BY: Mehraneh Hosseini
Mehraneh , 21 february 2012
They say you will go to heaven
If you have a bun in the oven
After passing one and seven
You would pass one month again
It's beyond all men's ken
Teetering on the brink
Not allowing to drink
Hardly sleeping a wink
Trying to be in the pink
If not, falling down and sink
Least said soonest mended
All things you have ever said
About how much you suffered
At first sight disappeared
The best thing since sliced bread
Promoting over everybody's head
That's why we have always heard
Being a mother is the best thing you have ever felt.
by: Mehraneh Hosseini
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