Bonnie And Clyde Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bonnie and Clyde

Within walls,
Am lost, found,
Record talks
In days, nights,
Dawn to dusk,
Dusk to dawn,
Like the wind,
Rising dust!

See the Moon and the Sun,
to make time, they evolve
Time is life…

On the shelves, in cabins
Have many books, writings.

Read the white between lines
They thunder, making lights.

Books vary in titles,
And the tongues and contents.

The Greeks' Odyssey,
Plato, Antigone…

Pushkin is the father
To Russian foundation.

Feel being in garden
Around me flowers,
Italian and Urdu, to French,
To Persian, Russian, Spain's.

Spices of cultures
Are many, outnumber
The few I mentioned.

Find Shakespeare's English
To be my most foreign,
I like and dislike it.

I see him as mean tool,
Slashing sword, dagger,
To others, poisonous!

Many words about him
Are lie-filled and hazy:
"Raise him to the skies,
Show him as single Sun,
Capable, with rays, light,
Endless source, too bright,
Master of hypnotize
To the bears hibernate,
As donkeys, and useless! "

Shakespeare and Bible
In me make a bubble
About their honesty
As well as uniqueness.

As says the proverb:
"Before dawn, are darkness, "
Thieves are their compilers.

Gatherers of pages
Own the mean intention,
Act angels, though devils!

Their books are fishing nets,
Brainwash the simple:
"The virgin words of God! "
"English is Royal…! "

Romeo-Juliet,
Is very young, infant,
Is copy, duplicate
Of very old, ancient
Stories of lovers.

Trace it in carvings,
Scratched as painting,
All better than nothing.

See Cyrus Cylinder
As human's charter,
And as best example…

Had it not been written
What would the Yankees claim?

Look at their movies made
About the Wild-Wild West,
Yankee leads massacre
And still is correct,
Not Natives "Savages! "

One of such unwritten
Stories, forgotten,
In Iran's Capital
Is a Bonnie and Clyde!

Armenian by blood
Was a girl, deep in love.

Fanatics were parents
Of the lad, and poor girl,
Saw the kids as sinners!

Mulish those parents
Hid their heads in sack, hay,
Not to see the lovers,
They, too repeated
Foolish word of people:
"Muslim with Christian? "

Dumb, rigid, were parents
To dislike what happened.

Then, mullahs' government
Spat on youngsters,
Kept looking down on them!

Abandoned boy and girl,
Now friends and lovers,
Worked as two partners.

They tried to escape
The Mullahs and cultures.

To earn for expenses
Of trips and tickets
Man drove motor bike
And the girl sat behind.

He drove very fast,
To a man or woman
That carried a handbag.

She was sharp and smart,
Clever, aware of
When and how to reach out
For the bag, cut, snap,
Say goodbye!

News was few lines
In single Media…

And I think no one saw
The Bonnie and Clyde
Of Tehran, in Iran,
As victims of bad times.

I write this to have told
How lovers can be born…

This could be a bridge
Between two old cultures
But sadly, worked reverse…

The parents paved the way
For police to kill them,
Let curse be upon them!

Get rid of such parents
With the hearts of devils.

They praise love and faith,
In the movies, pictures,
Bible and Shakespeare's:
"But never are for us! ! ! "