Biography of Nassy Fesharaki
Poet was born in a small village in the rugged heights of Iran. Fesharak is surrounded by many tall mountains that act as walls around the village. He could have become a farmer or a shepherd but destiny took him out to him a man of travel and languages. Canada, where he lives, has added to the opportunity of befriending the international cultures and people of many origins.
Nassy Fesharaki's Works:
1. The stories of NAJAF (removed from shelves and...)
2. " I" a chat-book (poetry) .
Nassy Fesharaki Poems
Why I Am Not A Christian
About a decade had passed Bertrand Russell had written Why I Am Not a Christian In 1957
Hands In Air
Hands in air In news see some tanks Next to them the soldiers
Child birth She knew everything About us; awake or deep asleep.
Ay poets Ay people Toronto, Canada Continents, Africa, Asia
It was more beard than anything else In poetry they converged, varied in age
Beak yellow Spotty the feathers (Gold on black) Tail is short
Eyes And Nose
Eyes and nose With impacts I came home In the heat, cold no more.
My Precious Carpet
In my heart In this room A carpet and a loom Were designed to gloom
Doves In The Cold
Doves in the cold Like carving; you and me On the young, wild tree
Being A Poet
Being a poet And what is a poet? -can compare to a bird!
Time Tick, tick, tick Move and sing hands of clock
So sexy Shameless she stands there in open And throws her clothes in single…
Syria Syria be aware I love you
Small head Don't know why for some time -I have been thinking of
Inti Not Sun
Inti not Sun May 04,2013 to Brian
Sad it maybe
Sad it maybe for me
Sad it maybe for humanity
Sad it is not for them, is vitality
Sad it is not for them, is their necessity
Sad it is not for them who see vitality, necessity