Mohammad Forouzani (Martin Foroz) is an Assistant Professor of English Language and Literature, originally Iranian, but presently living and teaching at university in Oman. His previous publications concern language teaching areas. Regarding literary pieces, he has been writing poems in the past twenty years, and his recent publications include selected poems in the following:
Forouzani, M. (2016) Selected poems. In Soudabeh Saeidnia (Ed.). Voice of Monarch Butterflies: Middle Eastern anthology by Ten Poets from Ganges to Nile (pp. 22-33).
Forouzani, M. (2016). Two poems. Tuck Magazine (August issue- online).
Forouzani, M. (2016). Five poems. Raven Cage Ezine (August 3rd issue).
Forouzani, M. (2016). “Darkness.” The Poet Community.
He signs his poems under his pen name Martin Foroz about which he wrote a poem published on his website and which he officially uses in literary communities.
Trojan horse is replaced
The conspiracy theory in place
Lives, sold cheap on political base
Swords may not enter the flesh
But, mental wounds, terror, insecurity
are the man's weapons
bestowed upon his maturity!
False piety his prey
Flying in the hatred sky
with the wings of anxiety,
the only falcon of ungodly realm,
carrying his madness
through medieval darkness!
Finding his prey in a wrath temple,
he faced a poet, standing there
reading about the sun
the beauty of love
the real divine
The hunter, now a prey
looking for love & passion
Tamed, calmed but ashen
Flawed conceptions of morality
synonym for religious dogmatism
appearing in racism and sexism
failed the compassion of humanism
pressing concern of global catastrophe
requires cooperation as a final remedy
Cooperation is the stuff of viable societies
Human beings need to remove anxieties
Fundamentalism, killer of peaceful relations
should be murdered quickly in all the nations
otherwise, upcoming collapse of civilization
leads to the human history cessation
Committing betrayal against majesty of reason
result of the heart being in love with treason
was the combination of poetry and prison
I didn't have paper or pen for a season
But I wrote on my heart with no reason
The poem lyrically reads in the following way
From the path your heart will never stray
even if you're imprisoned each 'n every day
A magician inborn
I’m not ordinary!
Involved in sorcery
But not of mockery
I cast spell on people’s heart
Make them fantastical creature,
with golden wings and angel’s face
a true wizardry in nature
incandescent ideas are born
when I send a dream to warn
after people read me, they’re adorned
with love and feel not forlorn
I am neither a prophet
Nor a philosopher
Not even a scientist
I am a POET!