Yemen and Syria
They ask me of why I
Shed tear for Yemen, Syria.
Answer is too easy,
I tell it to be seen.
Knowing our history;
The failure, victory
I know of Fereidoon
The saviour of Iran.
He had sons and brides
Were three siblings
Daughters of the same king
The Yemen Monarchy.
So in us in Iran
There must be their blood.
Persian book in my shelf
Full of jokes, full of care
Was written by Obeid
He was of Syria.
If I love my Ostad
Must care for Syria.
Yes of course my blood
Took its life in Iran.
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