To My Master Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To My Master



You call us what you want
As fruits of same tree, we are same.
(The Iranian, the Tajik and Afghan)
Shared culture has remained
Lama-like we’re faithful; to teacher.
You teach us single word
“Your slave I will be for lifetime.”

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