In Meikadeh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In Meikadeh

Pen and I sat at bar
Sam served us with smile
Both of us are drunk
Pen is wild, wants to write
With each word take motions
Holds, un-holds the girls' hands.

"Time to dance
Waltz, Cha-cha, Rock, Salsa
Here there as Dervish, Moulana."

Checked breath of myself
And found it colourful, scarlet.

Pen and I talk of Sam
Her breasts, cleavage
Stories that she held:
"Of the bar, holidays
Alcohol becomes key
Opening most of mouths."

"Can I write? " asks me pen
Wants to dance with rhythm
And sound of tar, guitar or sitar
With any instrument, large, small.

"Sober first, " my answer.