Beard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Beard

On the run
-I knew had to be
-all set and prepared
-for the tour and trip
-as one does for camping
-sure mine was dangerous

Thought of routes and the paths
-possibly could cross Taliban

Studied about them and their laws
-and their rules and their wants

Experts were united:

-"Need beard."
-"Need beard."
-"Need beard."

I grew my longest
-not trimmed
-for the last final days

The experts had been right
-though did face obstacles
-rode and walked to much parts;
-of the land of Afghans,
- (as are called…) itself being divided
-Thirty-three-province and I saw over half

Many kissed my hands and
-I was well-respected
-till the time I crossed
-to Tajik, a new government
-and things changed
-my beard,
-old savour
-sent me to prison…

Though bitter
-memories are great…