February 29, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Soodabeh Saeidnia



A pot of tea



A friend and me

A pure privacy

The only annoying one

Was a pot of tea

It was night and rain

Pouring with hundreds of songs

A poem of Gheisar

in a hundred lines


When we were talking,

the tea was becoming

cold politely

It wasn’t angry

It didn’t complain

The tea stayed with us

that night patiently


Time passed and passed

These days again

we sit on the table

a friend and me

with the failed sorrows


Our world is virtual

What a pity!

Everyone crept one side

entertained and satisfied


We sit together

careless and free

but sometimes

The only excuse is

a pot of tea











D ay to day

A mbushing for

Z ero chance of

E nding war


I wonder

how people

keep their wishes

in a jar

and expect them

to fly



seduced them

in the springtime

by essence of

the blossoms

though rebelled

in the autumn

the wayward leaves


I’ve been surrounded

by a sorrow

that was born

in a sunny year

and has never died

in the cloudy years

after the sunset


The nefarious light


the heart of

the snowman

and he cried

until he died










Soodabeh Saeidnia

Soodabeh Saeidnia was born in Iran and received Pharm.D. and also Ph.D. of Pharmacognosy. She is also interested in English literature and poetry, and has published a collection of her poems, Words for myself, in the Farsi language. Now, living in New York as a freelance researcher, she would like to share her thoughts and feelings with other people. Her published poetry includes “Scarecrow”, “Freedom” and “Pieces of Heaven” in Sisyphus Quarterly; “Praise”, “sufficiency”, and “Where is my boat captain?” in LA Libertad; “White Spirit of Africa” in Royal Times; “Oh I forgot your name” in Squawk Back, “The playful breeze” in TimBookTu, “Oxymoron” in Paradox, and pieces forthcoming in Her Mind Rocks, Bobbling Irrational, and 352 Degrees. Most recently, her poem “Magic list” passed semifinal contest of PoetryNation and has been accepted to be published in their book “The Dwells of Minds”.

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