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Tehran

Last time I went to Tehran, the city of my birth

I called it: 'a desert city, full of dust covered with dirt'.

My sister complained, she was hurt.

But it was dusty, untidy and full of dirt

It bore no resemblance to the city of my birth

Having said that, I knew different

Although, the beautiful mountains were still there,

The tree lined streets everywhere,

The city was deserted by everyone I loved

Empty of everything for which I cared.

Azadi Tower, Tehran ,Iran

Perhaps it was not the desert city, but the deserted one

It was still the city I knew as beloved Tehran.