Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Not my day

I listen and observe;
She rehearses poem
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The Hook

In times, I choose a bench
-in a park, mall, roadside
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Anahita

Long has passed of her death
-nothing but bone and hair in grave
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Other

Feels good and strange
-when you are the other;
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These Four

At first, was single-page
-then, became the pages;
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Whenever

Though myself a chicken
Hate the hens and pigeons.
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Wind of changes

Lucky I was to find me brother
In Mazar, Afghans...
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Circumcise

Sat and watched how Trump
Handled guests that arrived
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Help please

No jacket, vest, nor shirt
Exposed is my skin
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Apple

With the thoughts in clouds,
Metaphors are to watch,
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