I.
If only I can see
The shape and poetry of the dust
The true colour of Persian Sea
And its indelible taste
If only I can feel
The joy of growing trust
The recklessness to embrace
And the will in itself
If only I can catch
The stars among its shelves
Then I choose to stay
Where all the green seems lost
And If only I can watch
The beauty of this play
Then I choose to say
Because so I must
