In my opinion, poetry is what is felt while living in the pieces of moments that leave a mark on the human soul.
A poet is the one who can put on paper not only what he/she feels but also what others feel.
On the occasion of the 40th anniversary of September 12, I wrote the bittersweet memories of my fellow idealists who shared the same fate for forty years between the lines of my book in which I collected my poems.
In my verses, which at times got excited and at times rebelled, I tried to express my hopes, my heartbreaks, my disappointments, and how I felt after those who were lost.
I believe that as you read this book, you will find the forgotten, those who forgot, those who thought they were forgotten, and those who were not forgotten.