Lena Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lena

Lena is a friend,
Her blood, of Ukraine.

She called me,
Asked for help.

I replied and answered:
"For sure am available."

Then arrived a text message,
From Maya, her friend.

After a while, I found out,
Her husband disappeared,
Was wounded in the front!

Now, the wife of a soldier,
The missing in the action.

And I wrote to Maya:
"I respect our Lena."

Borderless I am and,
Have friends in Russia,
And Europe, Asia…

What can I do or say,
If she is full of hate?

How can I listen to,
Her if insults, curses?

I must act like oceans,
Spacious with patience.

Does she know and accept?
What if she rejects them?

It is hard, yet love-filled,
To have deep friendships,
With many, borderless…