BP
"What is BP? " I have asked,
Not of one but many
And replies are funny.
Some stupid, some dummy.
Facts of past are long gone.
People see what is around.
Things they see; clear.
That is shame.
"What does ‘B' represent? "
I ask them; for ‘P' next.
Replies come as I think.
Simply all are same.
‘BP' is knows for oil
For the gas and petrol
That's alright but the name
Through time deeply changed.
‘B' stood for Benzene
And the ‘P' for Persian
Search more and you will find
Jerry-cans with that name
In old days their logo
Some ‘Triangle and Flame'
There worked dad of a man who
Now-a-day has become our news
With comments; and reviews:
Without why he's here; milieu
When ‘BP' was removed
‘National Oil' was in-put
There, father was employed
When Shah left his world changed
With the shah many left
Among them man's parents
To Europe, then here
Hard he worked all steps
Wrong doing or sickness
Or someone in secret
And, maybe those jealous
The axe fell on his neck
Glass broke; became shards
Radio and TV, and journals
His name went everywhere
Some in rush, called: ‘criminal'
"What if he? " on my mind
It lingers on my tongue
"What if Shah had not left?
What if they, had remained? "
Some Vodka; must drink
Parts of life, ‘parameters'
Must've worked miserable
That I think, and I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem