Death In Exile Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Death in exile

Came news of friend:
"Recently passed away! "

Leaned back and thought of then
When crew of plane and flew together.

Our flights were local, logistic
As well as paradrop with tactics.

Took supply for soldiers in bases
In Iran and abroad, for missions
In Matrah, Midway and Salaleh.

In times, took a few passengers
To Europe, as well as USA;
All of them were well connected
To MPs, Senators, Ministers…

For crew that was pain!

Ali was bitter but
Good friend and loyal.

He married in forties
Unlucky with first kid;
Was born with ASD.

Seeking best for Iran
Some of us were involved
In revolt against Shah…
But reverse came result…

Most of us had to leave
Revolutions eat own kids
Scattered we have been
Around world; as nothing!

Exile kills training
And pride and belief
Truly "Who are we? "

Some sit and complain
Some try, seek to learn
Some have turned to evil
Some keep on dreaming…

And some, some
And some, some

Some returned to Iran
Happy to feel her love.

But news keeps coming:
"This died" and "That is sick! "

I know what exile is
We know what exile is
Distance is, not laughing!

I called ex-commander
(Resides in USA,)
We talked of dead friend
His death and how happened.

"He died in loneliness;
His wife is to blame! "
Told me ex-commander.

To me, he is alive
On his chest, I see bulge
With money in pocket
To convince his friends:
"Be happy, I have no problem."

His message with money,
Angered, his enemies…

He knew lot of things
Telecoms and using…
Radio, the HF, UHF, VHF
To call home, in sky, on ocean.

Thanks to him I recall calling wife
"I will be in Tehran…at such time..."