Aswan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aswan

Aswan

Want to talk with Aswan,
My tongue is silent, cut,
Pope preaches: "Do not, "
Want to talk with Aswan,
From Pharaohs to Russia,
And today's Agha Khan!

My tongue is silent, cut!
My tongue is silent, cut!
My tongue is silent, cut!

Learned of them in States,
And thanks to Malcolm X.

Want to pay back my debt,
Am ready to confess,
Of my unawareness,
From depth of my depth!

History shame on you,
You have lied, forever,
On Sinai and elsewhere,
Abraham, then Moses,
Also, ten commandments!

Want to talk with Aswan,
My tongue is silent, cut,
Want to talk with Aswan,
Gilgamesh, Hannibal…

Feel tired of mullahs,
Hate talking of Trump,
Riding horse of Sabbah,
Come to me Agha Khan.

Streams under eyes,
My tongue is silent, cut,
Want to talk with Aswan,
An ember burns in heart,
My tongue is silent, cut,
Want to talk with Aswan.

Sunday, February 9, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: horse
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