Born In Refuge Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Born In Refuge
Born in refuge
Once I read, in news, in papers
Of Iran’s princess
Of Qajar, of old days.
“She is actor…”
I looked up and found her
Once again in papers.
Picked her up like Master
In “Master, Margarita”
Our plane was my thoughts
Magic carpet, Solomon.
Princess, in Iran
Could not be what she was
A tree, with roots cut.
Marched questions
They carried slogans:
“What”, “if”, “What”?
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