Afshin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Afshin

His news was simple
As was he.

On snow small bird
Walks silent!

Friend said:
"He was found dead in bed! "

He was young and proud
Left uncle, had his job
To earn his expenses
Live a work-and-eat-life
Yet free as if wind
And away from the
Tough words of millionaire
(His uncle!)

What was he? Immigrant?
Victim of imposed war; displaced?
Black sheep, sacrifice?

What the hell is this life?

He couldn't, I cannot
Verify and define!