Guesses And Lies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Guesses and lies

In my hand is lantern in daytime
Search and walk in cave, dark
Deep into moonless night
Want to know Tania.

Disobeyed or obeyed in the fight?
Whatever, she fought died.

Nothing is right of her
Some call her the agent
Soviets' KGB, but covered
To some is romantic, a lover

Lightless, lost
Questioning go around
Do ask and no reply
No one knows the truth
Those who write are artists
Their make-up history…

Sad, depressed I sit write:
"And what if tomorrow
Someone takes my cases
Read papers, researches?
Who will know the truth?
I am sure they will write
Much guesses, very much
They see hair; write of wall. "