Imprisoned Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Imprisoned

On the shelves I have books;
-one comes in two-volume,
-the poems of Masood.

I opened one of them
-had to read it again …

It takes me to myself
-as well as Assange.

We have seen jails and bars
-doors closed, in the house.

Every word, each poem
-of Masood, is lessons.

An expert feels expert
-when feels pain, injustice.

We know of the writings
-on soft minds and hard walls.

We drag and read on
- "Not-written" between lines.

I recall many but
-my best is of Iran.

To me "His Majesty"
- (after whom named my son)
-plants love in my heart
-love him and my "Nima."

They are not different
-from Guaman Poma.

We spend too much time
-to read the between lines.

We laugh at Media…
We laugh at Media…