Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Persian prince

“Years ago…” I am told:
“A prince, arrested, was turned to, a slave…”
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Night vision

Late at night, long drive, arriving, near house
Sleepy and tired, not sure of, what is what
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In Mosul

I can feel being there
-city is divided east and west
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I was born in Heaven

Many, many years I waited to declare:
“Ay…people, I was born in Heaven.”
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Conjunction words

But despite the warnings I start my poem with big ‘But’, which is a conjunction
I ignore and abuse grammar, which asks of conjunctions, advises: “Never begin.”
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Looking out

Silver dawn is on the run
To let the morning come
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Early wakeup

It is half after five
In my bed I lie down.
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Lucky Man

I worked as labourer
For Hassan, a mason.
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Kashani

Was child in fifth grade
And my age around ten,
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Passports

When worked with the UN
Stories that I heard
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