Shahla Latifi

For the victims of chaos


A flower needs care

With the tender hands of her mother 

And with the caring voice
Of her father
To read her the song of patience and freedom
During starry nights

But when a storm arises

And the storm hits the little garden of peace

The flower dies

The care dies

And the voice of freedom dies along within her

In a moment of chaos 

During a troubled storm from the sea


Shahla Latifi