Biography of Nassy Fesharaki
Born in a small village surrounded by many mountains I should have become a farmer or a shepherd. Destiny took me out to make me a man of travel and languages, living in Canada with international friends.
Nassy Fesharaki's Works:
The stories of NAJAF (removed from shelves and...)
Nassy Fesharaki Poems
Why I Am Not A Christian
About a decade had passed Bertrand Russell had written Why I Am Not a Christian In 1957
Beak yellow Spotty the feathers (Gold on black) Tail is short
It was more beard than anything else In poetry they converged, varied in age
Doves In The Cold
Doves in the cold Like carving; you and me On the young, wild tree
Time Tick, tick, tick Move and sing hands of clock
So sexy Shameless she stands there in open And throws her clothes in single…
Syria Syria be aware I love you
Knife And Teeth
Sun had fallen. Plain was covered by the shadow of the heights. Broken stones laid on the rock and cliff-sides and she, all by herself, was caught, mesmerized by fear. She took refuge between the pieces of stones at the skirt of a huge rock. That would be safe, safe, even from the howling hungry wolves that could be heard so early.
Man And Dog
Man and dog I listen and hear Read over and over:
An Invitation To Death
An invitation to death For success, ambition, hope and lust You and I rush the time
City penguins At Bathurst and Sheppard One can see penguins
Eyelash She sits on my left side in her car
I Saw Him
I saw him. He was bird in a cage had no wing, no feather
Your eyes I get lost when eyes talk Like a kid in the bus
My Monstrous Friend
“My monstrous friend”
Where are my shoes, my backpack and my umbrella?
I must go!
I must go to Salar Uyuni
I must go to Kon and to Pachakamack.
To be, a dead goat in that lake
To be salt, under rake