Waves of hatred,

a product of evil,

destruct waves of innocence,

emitted from the eyes of beautiful kids,

and broken-hearted girls.

It makes you sad, Rumi

too big for poetry,

too big for tears.

It’s time to leave Balkh again,

after all these years, Rumi

hurry up, leave.

Evil tries to steal your smile,

takes out your freedom

hijacks your beautiful faith.

Yes, Rumi

tooth for tooth and

an eye for an eye.

I agree.

But Rumi, let the palm tree

teach us what we should be.

Rumi, come pray with me

for peace, for the good

to emerge.

Rumi, say with me:

Woe to those who call evil good,

woe to those who poison the honey

and call it honey.

Published in “ToTopos”

Volume 5, 2003, USA.