Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Opium den

Thank you my friend
You used it and I read
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Hate you pen

I hate you
You damn pen
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Seguimos Adelante

I see him
Hands divided on his guitar
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Carolyn

A Muslim by her birth
Carolyn was her name
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Old Tehran

Close eyes on and off
In movies, imagine screen; a wide one.
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Reading the news

Once again is morning
Do have time for reading
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Fade

And still I see traces of those blood drops
On the floor, on the wall, in elevator.
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The horror

Sheets of ice on ground
On the cars and edges
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Sparrows too

Look around you notice
Among us speaking of colours
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