Triple Three Two Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Triple three two

He sings I
-know him well
-thanks to sharing concern

Was born, raised, as I did
-in time and country
-culture and
-history

Though dead, he
-lives in me
-forever

His name was:
-too simple, just "Farhad"

He too owed success, life
-like many other men, to good wife
-the women who act as soil and sun.

To record all great partners
-we need seas and oceans
-to be used as ink and forests
-for writing with a pen
-while sky is small as paper.

He takes me through worlds
-of meaning; not wealth, gold
-breaks walls, with axe, firm
-to unite our games aims.

Sure unlike teachings of
-Machiavelli, diplomats!

I end up with Hafez
-think, whisper
-his poem

"Let's offer flowers, pouring wine in goblet;
Split the sky, drawing a reforming design.
And if foe…I will with bartender…"

In such mood and notion
-I expand devotion in motion
-increase door to door relations.

See them all in same way
-siblings, or sisters, brothers
-forgetting age, colour to gender.

Smile with talk to add pleasure
-they are me, I am them
-one soul but bodies are separate
-our oneness is love-wave; treasure.

For Zainab wait at door
-call Sophie: "My cousin"
-with Nick talk Spanish.

When see one with face, eyes like Baikal
-say: "We can talk Russian, " then start…

Door to door takes me to
-Kenya to Sudan
-and Cairo, Pretoria
-Lesotho, Zanzibar
-our flights, (illegal)
-Kilimanjaro to Durban
-flying over the Arab Sea.

Zainab is Tanzanian, a Shiite
-and Sophie a Greek and both share
-with me parts of my life, background.

How can see them but with love's eye?

Driving see a car, two numbers
-one civil, another internal
-the police, breaks rules in name of
- "Enforcement…"

Observe the drivers keeping far and away
-in fear, mistrust…as do Jews and Muslims
-with a dirty swine…what about the claims?