My heroes
“Call them all
Let them come
I will blow
Let it flow
They must see
Then forgive
My hands up
I give up.”
Said Mehdi, my hero
Hero is; in Greek
Demigod, son of man
Immortal, son of god
Warrior, sacrifice
Heracles and Mehdi
Latter is my hero
Journalists with pens, cams
All gathered as did judge
For Khosrow with jury
“I am man, man of words
My action is my work
Either all, and with me
Or forget, I will die.”
A tree of apple
Like Lenin’s brother’s
Has grown and each year
Its fruits nutritious
Feeds me and may feed you
Also shades and shadows
What is life in corpus?
What remains if not soul?
Ay Arash and Khosrow with an arch, with head up and Mehdi who had worked with labors
My hero…my hero…my hero
Nassy Fesharaki
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