Village Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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! ! !