The Eyebrow of a Cold Heart

If you have wondered how sometimes people can be shockingly cold and indifferent to the pain and misery of others, you are not alone:

Q:
Is a heart made of steel
That in this day age
Can shut its eyes?
See nothing,
And even if it does,
Not raise an eyebrow?

A:
Sonny, dear,
That heart of steel
If nothing else
Is after its own interests.
The tears from his eyes
Won’t muddy
The soil under his legs.

From: "City of Stories" a play by Bijan Mofid (Shahre Ghesseh)

When Her Hands Feel Cold in Yours

After sometime away, he is back in town. He had last seen his girl in a tearful goodbye, where he had sought to reassure her that his trip would be short.

Now I have come back
Bringing all of your hopes with me.
Your beautiful hands though
Feel cold in my hands.
The look in your eyes tell me
They're not coming back.

All he asks is for some honest answers, urging her to tell him if she has given her heart to someone else. In his urging for honesty, he invokes moral/religious duty.

Giving your heart to that and the other
Is a sin
You want to fly away from my roof,
Just tell me.

From "Traveller" (Mosafer) by various artists including Shahram Shabpareh and Afshin Moghadam.