Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Mayas and Incas

Elderlies accept hi,
Both Rome and Esfahan
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He killed

Soon news flew all around
And the papers
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Babak

I cry; feel ashamed.
You cruel, brutal
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Heather

Dollarama…
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Rain again

Once again equinox
Normally time of rain
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What joy is in all this?

Tell me all about it
Long ago I heard some; of Nahid
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Pots lie

Pot too lies
This liar; double faced
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Whale

I had heard
Books had said
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We are friends

We are friends, sit and talk
They are all of same pond
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Revival

Like old days in Makab
Not on floor; round table
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