An Apple In Exile - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
An apple in exile
What can happen if you are in the wrong place, possibly in wrong time?
In a place where everyone makes a resume of himself or herself (a portrait) ,
In a place where human is, no more than strings for others to play,
In a place where the sunsets are easily falsified,
Thanks to corruptions there was a ditch in the parking lot,
Next to the water turned swamp, acting as a mirror, was an apple…green and small.
Lonely apple had no relation with the car tire…
The apple sat and sat observant, depressed…
Until a squirrel, possibly …removed it, at a tree trunk, a maple, took a bite, said “Yuk”.
This was the story of the apple in a city where a dog, even in a university remained…
Nothing but a dog, a toy, obedient, in chain…
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