Of Mullahs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of mullahs

Can never forget that
-entrance to the base
-words of my students
-and going to the door
-jut to call and inform
-poor parents
-but facing gun fire
-then bandage on my arm
-and rushing to the house
-of the man called "Imam"
-and handshakes with many
-among them Beheshti

Out of those more than ten
-only one is living
-as leader…

Years have passed
-things have changed

Out I am
-in corner as no one
-to many

But done and memories
-recorded, partially
-have remained
-and maybe
-must insist in writing
-since I too
-will join them
-as will the Khamenei

Others will rewrite the history
-as they want or they think
-untrue, invalid

I must write
-yes I must
-it is my duty
-but how, when?