Walking along a long night in fog
The far owl reciting the death song
Tehran allies begs me to back home
Fogy shadows follow me in loam
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Now you’ve received a black mail
And wish you were safe in the jail
A suitcase full of notes here
And your room full of the fear
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They’re making a supper film
About the world war three
Asked the best star to shine
As people killer for free
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A poem by: Mehrdad Nosrati Mehreshaer
Ours or yours, mind o' my Syrian brother
Politicians can never be our father
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After a puerile toil to gain more of their bike
Now are sharing their limbs cut off and diffuse
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poems of mine show the direction I go in the journey of life. it is now 22 years that I am known as a poet and therefore I have got to do my part for my people. we are fighting against darkness. we are fighting against dictatorship. we are fighting against the evil itself. ask god please for our victory in your prayers. this is my biography.this has been my life. i have published my books in Farsi poetry and HOLY YARNS is my first book in English poetry. I hope I can tell the world about my people in suffer. so accompany me please in this heavy way.)
Tehran Mehrdad Nosrati (Mehreshaer)
Walking along a long night in fog
The far owl reciting the death song
Tehran allies begs me to back home
Fogy shadows follow me in loam
Poet's foot print on the loam writes it down
Foot step but hurts the holy guard men
A poem of a far dream of freedom
Was sentenced to death by the kingdom
The crime of being a poet sounds funny
But the coming death not O' honey
Long ago there was a sea near town
But my run a way won't end to dawn
Holy kingdom hunts my poor poem
Tho' it remains in your thoughts and loam
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our Green Movement will cover Iran and we are looking for a near victory
poet: mehrdad nosrati (mehreshaer)