The Reason Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The reason

In times I read and laugh
Or smile, or cry…
While looking at faces
Watching me in wonder.

Their comments do vary
Both in words and silence:
"Why such a reaction…? "

Reason is clear
As is sun in sky.

No matter where I go
I am part of that life
While they are heroes of
The cave of Plato,
Tied to chairs in darkness;
Their brains are moulded:
"What you see is real."

They never socialise
With others as they are
To feel the others' lives…

Looking at photo of
The bull-run, Pamplona
I recall the Azores, Portugal
And how I, was involved.

Was young and crazy
Meant to be a part of
That culture, locally.

So, I ran as they did
And the bulls behind us.

With a look on shoulder
Saw huge horns near
Jumped over wooden wall
And fell on other side…
Blood ran down my face!