Soraya Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Soraya

Dearly you taught me
Indirect, directly
Most, mostly:
'It is hell! '

You meant life.

Injustice!

Your eyes are emeralds
What's claim of Venus?
Compare her, she is shit!

You wrote the 'Beauty'.
You told moon: 'Bow to me.'
Sun observed you watching.

And still…

You could not be mother
Conceiving gone to dead
Shah divorced; ugly fate.
Sad woman you remained.

Peek into German court
Vultures are on a mount

Waiting for your money
Whatever you have left.