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Dear - someone,
I do as you say
I wave the green, white, and red flag
From that land far away
The one of the lion and sun-
Oh sun- when will you rise today?
For I speak the mother tongue
With words fleeting, fluttering, flaming off and young
Ones formed of studies I was never allowed to miss
So I could be your poet filled with bliss
But when my lips parted to speak
It all felt wrong, a hill so steep
The “گ” ,“ق” and, “ک ” become muddled in my speech
And so no one listens to one who cannot speak
Yet you had me trudge on nonetheless
Alas speaking those sounds with some progress
To say words that would make you proud
To finally be loud
Even then I did not know
That there was so little to show
For words stumbled from my mouth
As a rocket’s sputtering jitters going south
Thoughts fumbling, then falling
With your laughter my confidence was lagging
Then sitting and trying to read
Pressure to measure to hunger I cannot feed
A volcano spouting dream from dream
All of which were somehow meant to make me beam
So I listen to the music for you
Trying to read before I turn blue
Losing my accent as best I could do
Yet it still sticks to me like glue
All the same it will not let go
You stand against me parting this river’s flow
But it has given up on me
So why can I not let it be?
You expect me to wave your country’s flag with pride
To speak the tongue fluently and throw reservations aside
Yet I am mocked when I try
My motivation is Zayandeh rood river: dry
On my own, there are still times
Where poems flow as sweet melodies through the sky
When I look to the lion and sun-
Which can now rise
In a future where that flag
Is mine
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