Exiled Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Exiled

Crazy?
-I may be!

Therefore,
-feel standing
-by window and facing
-the shutters and blinds
-which cover scenes afar
-whatever lives outside….

I live in Canada
-self-censored,
-pretend and smile.

Different are the hearts
-in kitchens, behind walls.

I too, am like papers
-and most of media…
-in which the
-editors, journalists
-are mainly in palms of
-oligarch and wealthy…

Selling their dignity
-to purchase some bread;
-they are paid
-to hide facts, fabricate
-interpret, wash brains.

See rivers and the lakes
-lot of bush and green
-many birds on trees
-living life freely;
-in mirage.

Forced I am to exile
-entrapped in life of
-a poor jailed immigrant
-so, stand behind walls
-share living in mirage!