Decembeer 28, 2001
This poem is based on a story my father told us about a "fortunate"
Abadani donkey he saw in a public park in the U.S. It was dressed in a beautiful
apparel and caressed and photographed by tourists.
the donkey in the zoo,
lived in exile for a couple of years
with nothing much to do,
but chew and chew and chew.
He wondered who had brought him there
and what they kept him for;
Because he loved his native land
and moderate weather more.
And why the girls loved him so much
he did not understand.
He only wanted lots of hay
and lots and lots of sand.
He yearned to see his native land,
the native girls and boys;
The kind of noise he longed to hear
was a pure Iranian voice.
He kept dreaming all night long
of the sound of harness bells;
He longed for the scent of spice
the native peddler sells.
Before he lost his mind
they put him on a plane;
for a rich Iranian bought him
and sent him home again.