Best Book Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Best book

The best book is in ash
On fire in cloth of scared.

Its content the man’s debt:
“Gold? ”
“Money? ”
“Or labour? ”

People asked; one replied:
“All…go on…”

“Thanks for life? ”
“Husband, wife? ”
”Dad and mom? ”
“Trainer and mentor? ”
“Master, boss? ”
“Law, crown? ”

List grew…
Came a shout obscured.

Was dervish in hermit?
In the dark, was it monk?
In Mecca a Sufi?
Of Andes camelid?

“None of these…”

The eyes rolled
The jaws fell
Ears sharp

Earth quaked:
“The best book is truth.”

Then choir:
“Honesty and goodness.”
“Burn this book to ashes.”
“Then let go by current.”
“All over, everywhere.”