My Dear Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My dear

My car and my dear, four wheels and four tires
You could bring life and bread
With hard work, with effort
With tears and laughter
Thanks to you I have known the Uber
As place to read the passengers
And taxis, and roads and hemisphere.
All combined everything is great atmosphere…

Though we fought, and over
Nothing was VIH
When we took shah's horse
Jordan's guest, King Hussein
For Noruz, Kish Island.

Once I was too Western
"Americanized Iranian" I was named
I crossed many heights
Many roads with their winds

Now I am like a kid
Must start re-begin
As we had childish game
Sat around someone led
Raising hand with a name
Would fly if was bird
If not we had to act very sharp
"Not to lift.