To Sir Charles Chaplin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To Sir Charles Chaplin

Sir, please allow me to bow and
Kiss your feet
Though I doubt to find them
In those boots?

The large and crooked?
Metaphor? Example?

Oh sir, I
Oh yes, I
Know that hat and moustache
And the cane and the boots
With the patch on pants' seat.

Oh sir, I
Oh yes, I
Live with them
They are signs of lost past
And I know people laugh!

Let this audience
The wild beasts, chimpanzees
The dumb and narrow-mind, objectives
Remain there in their caves
Be always wold apart…from facts!