His Shoes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His shoes

Too simple is their team.
Simplest simplicity.

Three men,
One, shaved head,
With long hair, another
Thick mustache is for third.

One of them holds drum,
One has Tar, like guitar,
Plays Oud the third one.

The holder of drum,
Whose drum is small,
Exactly like mullahs,
When sitting on sofa,
Folds his legs in cross,
Sits on them to start.

All play and sing song!

Serious seem to be,
But it is parody.

One of scenes is unique!

An artist must paint it,
Camera must film it.

Give angle, frame it,
Light is in "Three point, "
Assistant: "DOP, keep rolling, "
Director's speaker: "Go, Action! "

"Zoom and get Closeup,
Pull away, can pan now,
Drone, shoot with tilt, up."

Valued like daughter, son,
Next to man on sofa,
His shoes sit in peace, calm!