Nassy Fesharaki Poems

In this bowl

In this bowl
Clay and china
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It is hard
Yet I've tried
"Keep your calm and shut up."
I tell me when hear "Pashmargah"
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Her steps

She passed for second time
Like shadows of that cave
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Bite

I feel as he's mirror
His mouth is python
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When things change

Nice-Chilly is morning
New day is welcoming
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In Kabul
A river was filled with burned trucks
And some cars, few tanks
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The pet lover

Bag in hand he stands
Rushes out groundhog
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'Why not calm? '
They tell me
Want me lamb, want me sheep
I'd rather be eagle
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He and I

His beret wore reverse
His only hand fighting
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I will kill

"Mennonites cut the trees
Turn to farm; no nest birds
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