Queen Of Ireland Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Queen of Ireland

Maeve is queen of Ireland
but unlike ancestors
talks and laughs;
is simple.

“Be careful, respectful, in your car
runs blood of royal.”
She says and then smiles.

She walks, talks; passes time
like other nine-to-fives.

I come of Persia
better say: “of Iran”
with blood of the kings
read “The book of the kings, ”
Ferdowsi is aware
knows me best.

My blood is pure
sperm of Kiomarth, Fereidoon
our Adam, and David.

Now I am part of herd
a simple poet and, a writer
filmmaker, driver
Who knows me if unheard?