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
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.
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
Shiraz wine: the Persian nostalgia— the red color, the joy, the lust, the warmth of the heart— in the coldness of a strange space, a
The joyful Past acts as a timber for the lugubrious Now— an air of bravura in coma, a kind of rapt in thought, a crippled
False piety his prey Flying in the hatred sky with the wings of anxiety, the only falcon of ungodly realm, was carrying his madness through
With no extrasensory requirement, Mortality, innately inherited, Torn between Evil and Piety, With an infinite length of falsity, And shrinking strength; nature made my edifice