Nassy Fesharaki Poems

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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If I

If I had a dagger
Poisoned as they made in mythical times
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Why poem?

The hands that lift the spoons
The hands that hold the brush
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Like before
Coffee shop inspires
Men, women, boys and girls
Their chitchats and their wears
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How you dare?

Gringo, white skin, blue eye of Europe
Dare you ask for my love while you live in my house?
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Fetus

Sad it is when our ears are deaf
To morality and open to gathering air
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