Come Please Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Come please

Oh
Ahmad
Ahmad
Ahmad
My brother and teacher
My elder and mentor.

Oh
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
You left me to myself
That sure is great shame.

Oh
Blind
Blind
Blind
I feel now without you
Come to me, where are you?

Oh
Who will whistle for the chickens?
And who will grow Gol-e-khatmi?
If not you?

Oh
Come back from grave and teach me
Please Ahmad, the learned brother, true love.

Oh
How dare did you leave when eighteen?
I was ten or near eleven and in need…
Not of the illiterate but of you
Teacher who, taught me
Everything.