Shannez Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shannez

After names with their roots
I question: "what's meanings? "

She is lost as I am in my life.

Says something
partly right, also wrong.
"I know that is Persian."

With that she flies me to skies
but she is in my car; I drive.

In my mind to Iran
to the past, see kind and brutal.

I confess:
"In our time we were like CIA and their cells
KGB and their dens; and MOSAD, and SAVAK
and their likes…yes…so on.

But Shannez is milk-shake
(milk, fruit, flavours) .

It is Shahnaz
(beauty of meaning is covered)
the ladies' ranging age…

But in depth it is sweet and is soft
Africans carrying Persian names.