Tehran Mehrdad Nosrati (Mehreshaer) Poem by Mehradad Nosrati

Walking along a long night in fog
The far owl reciting the death song
Tehran allies begs me to back home
Fogy shadows follow me in loam
Poet's foot print on the loam writes it down
Foot step but hurts the holy guard men
A poem of a far dream of freedom
Was sentenced to death by the kingdom
The crime of being a poet sounds funny
But the coming death not O' honey
Long ago there was a sea near town
But my run a way won't end to dawn
Holy kingdom hunts my poor poem
Tho' it remains in your thoughts and loam

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our Green Movement will cover Iran and we are looking for a near victory
poet: mehrdad nosrati (mehreshaer)