With a caress, the flower blooms الأدب والفن

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With caress, the flower blooms His tears drip onto the book, alongside countless laughs, His eyes observe the teacher, yet his soul and mind are bound and humiliated. His heart, nerves, and psyche are exhausted, bound by clamor and mischief. He kicked the books and tables, he has abandoned even politeness, abandoned. Sometimes he takes amusement in the lives of children, every moment causing trouble. Sometimes he is isolated from the crowd, sometimes regretful of his actions, weeping like a candle. Sometimes he is aggressive and sometimes pleading, sometimes he has no fear of insolence. His resentment drove Omid from home, he cast the sun out from his heart. From the aversion of mother and father's disputes, from the onslaught of poverty and the dawn's cold. Since his companions have no news of him, he passes through the quarter of the unsuccessful. O companion of pain, O bringer of awareness, come! O Omid, come to the garden of his desire. Give a leaf from the garden of hope to his hand; his soul awaits a sympathizer. O counselor, O physician of the soul's pain, a shore-bound ship on the sea of Noah. The flower will seek caress from the spring cloud; the nightingale sings of the flowers out of love. Young children thirsty for affection and loyalty; adolescents seeking love and purity. See how tearful the cheeks of the flower are, exhausted by the oppression of the sorrowful autumn. With caress, the flower blooms With a pleasant breeze, the flower breathes from the clay.