Bella Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bella

It was my second time
To hear name Bella
One was my girlfriend
In Mather, USA
Other time was this one
She stood at the bar
Next to us, Luther, I
In café, named Abbas
In Shiraz.

He ordered, I ordered
And also for Bella
They spoke and she was
Of his kind.

Time flew and flew very fast
We had to get back, rest
Flights were too early
Across the Lapouyee

He drunk, and I too
With figures bill grew
Our pockets empty
For amount; such money
I ran and finally
Returned as, good payee

Friendship turned to best
Brothers; not friends.

I miss you my dear
Best of men, my Luther
Words never can cover
Story of our loss.

Damn to change
Damn to change
Damn to change

When comes with politics
I can hate governments.