Her face, blushing Her eyes, averted Her body, shivering Her look, shy Probably, she was in love! Her heart, fast beating Her hands, pale
Martin Foroz (Mohammad Forouzani) was born on the 30th of December 1964 in Tehran, Iran. He holds BA and MA degrees in English Literature and a Ph.D. degree in TEFL. He has been working as assistant professor of English Language and Literature at the University of Nizwa, Oman, since 2014.In the past 19 years, he has been teaching and supervising theses in both fields, but his literary and philosophical bends formed his poetic sense much earlier- at the beginning of secondary school. He insatiably read Persian Literature (his first language) and wrote poems and pieces of prose since he was in high school. His first collection of Persian poems under the title Khaste-tar az zaman (More Tired Than Time) was published in 1997 when he was a Lecturer of English.
Through the crisis, we’re bombarded by the presence of the Past, And the Present is like a curious caterpillar— whose grown-up butterfly is sitting on
I passed the age to have a flowery love; But still, I love you, with a bunch of flower or not. I passed the age
Beauty bends– after so many years– now old but still lives even if, on dried sticks! @ Martinforoz- February 9, 2019 [Written for Realistic
Full of belief, a bag hanging on his shoulder— carrying scripts of the unknown world— written in gobbledygook to sneak through the hearts, to buy
The greatest of altruists, a man of heart, He tried to secure a place, in his paradise lost. Unlike Milton’s paradise, his own was full of velvet ignorance, unwilling
All the muses absent from my literary world, I looked for the eternal lute of Apollo— to sing with no word; Tired of life, trying