Village
Every boy in village, is nephew
-to every man, woman
-regardless
A nephew must therefore must
-respect and be polite
-hello, hi
I was no exception!
Years later hand in hand of my dad,
-we arrived in Tehran,
-I said hi to every passer by
Dad was a silent man,
-rarely talked,
-I could feel in his nerves
-confused, unhappy
-of good boy that was me
-he shuddered with each ‘hi'
-greetings…
Weighed his words, I noticed
-then told me:
-"Not here my good boy! "
He had set the laws now
-he himself was against
-very hard decision
-I felt it
He searched for right reasons
-then calmly explained
-in city, the people are many,
-…and went on…
In my mind city was murderer
-of kindness and the care
-politeness and respect,
Take me back to village! ! !
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