Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Blok

It is long past midnight
I'm fighting, with Blok
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Madhouse

Neither the sleep was sleep
Nor was that dream, dream
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Once
As I read tattoo was the sign of rebellion and bravery.

Now
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Bee

Slowly with accurate moves
He held the bee and pulled
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Trance in the rain

He, abandoned in his wheelchair
In the government housing, and
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Goose on HWY 50

As sad as the blackened Canadian goose I feel
Alone, abandoned; migrated all even the lame
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Surrender

Being of the background that I am
Inheriting the language that I have
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Lahore

In this city with many beggars
In this city of many dilemmas
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Cage

Thoughtful in heart
And head in hands
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In limbo

My life is like a bird's
On ground cats in herds
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