Too Small Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Too small

He was a commander,
For me, just a friend…

He and I shared a lot,
Kept pigeons with same thought.

Adventures, humbleness
To he, me, were great.

Eye to eye we could see,
Both of us were dervish.

Life is love, is not wealth,
For men of humbleness…

He was so, hope was I:
"Never live far from
Dignity and pride…"

Heard once he took some pills,
Chose death as destiny...

He was who flew Shah,
On return saw divides
Between the old friends,
Khomeini and leaders…

He took side, once again,
This time took, president…

He became a hostage,
Lost his life over there.

Heard he died in France,
Tear-less, I cried…

He was much larger than
His body could accept…

Orphans are his pigeons,
And I, lost good friend.