Al-E-Ahmad - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Time passes as evolve the stars
Day and night.
The things carved on our minds
will last long as do rocks
I was kid and Jalal was published
a teacher and writer and active.
We heard of politics, mostly read secretly
One of books that he wrote
Talk of him in meetings…
Each time I go somewhere
I recall what he did.
In Warhol’s she sat there
(Researcher and writer)
I listened, observed her
Her clothes black-white.
Her lips, face
Black pants was too tight
High heel shoes; her legs moved
One rested on other; and reverse.
Was seat bad, or tired?
She knew deep; not all
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