Mehradad Nosrati

Old Man's Blood (Mehrdad Nosrati Mehreshaer)

Now you’ve received a black mail
And wish you were safe in the jail
A suitcase full of notes here
And your room full of the fear
All reminds you of that old man
Who was killed when suddenly ran
You shot him with trembling hand
And his blood covered all the land
Now your hand’s trembling again
Holding that black mail as a pain
Your partner’s gun’s aimed at you
In your dreams and will come true
Tho’ not tonight or the next night
But you’re always always in sight
poet: mehrdad nosrati (mehreshaer)

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 18, 2010
Poem Edited: Thursday, March 18, 2010

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