My Name Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
My Name
My name
My name is what it is; as given
Nothing more, nothing less
It was gift and respect
As they thought
Nasrollah
Later on was shortened
I smiled "Hey welcome"
Honestly, think it's nice
Each of them a current
They carry memories
Grandpa and ex-wife
One sweet
One bitter
Now Nassy for the world
I am jar, treasure
How first died
Latter came and is gone.
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