Soraya
Dearly you taught me
Indirect, directly
Most, mostly:
'It is hell! '
You meant life.
Injustice!
Your eyes are emeralds
What's claim of Venus?
Compare her, she is shit!
You wrote the 'Beauty'.
You told moon: 'Bow to me.'
Sun observed you watching.
And still…
You could not be mother
Conceiving gone to dead
Shah divorced; ugly fate.
Sad woman you remained.
Peek into German court
Vultures are on a mount
Waiting for your money
Whatever you have left.
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