Nassy Fesharaki Poems

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461.
Calgary

“My son too, ” he cries
“As are yours, is killed; gone.”
And tear pours like rain
And aloof he stands on the side,
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462.
Sexism

Sexism

I write of man and wife
The past norm as it must,
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463.
Toronto`s Guitar

Toronto’s guitar

Like the birds of Attar
My guitar
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464.
Specialization

Specialization

Why is it Tuesday?
Why not call Jim, Nassy?
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465.
March Chill

March chill

Dear chill of snow in the March
Come please; land and sit
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466.
How To Write Cold

How to write cold

Radio and TV, media
The papers, words of mouth
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467.
Our Fate

Our fate

Time will come that the Earth
Will be jar, which I have
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468.
Sun Peaks Through

Sun peaks through

Without no brain for ages
He claims. Demanding goes around
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469.
Euthanasia

Euthanasia

A husband and father
Broken is Hussein.
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470.
I Was Born In Iran

I was born in Iran
No too far from Esfahan
Many things I have seen
Too many; I recall
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