Chicken Soup Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chicken soup

Tahmasb had girlfriend
-Natasha, in Moscow

He was a chameleon communist
-as was she

But he was anchor to radio
-while she was secretary to ‘The War Minister'
-both of them corrupt and matchmakers
-he had worked in Baku; Persian part
-telling lies and fanning betrayal

Kremlin like London, Washington
-and other countries to Tehran
-run many media
-even in Tirana
-advertise, brainwash
-listen to BBC, VOA and so on

Natasha's place was shelter to her mother
-who rented to daughter, boyfriend
-was not paid, fought for it
-mother acted devil
-took cockroach in matchbox
-let them go, be free…

One day when Natasha went to work
-Tahmasb had small guest…
-daughter of Natasha had returned
-was begging for play!

"Of what kind? "
-asked Tahmasb
-"The same as you and Mom! "
-was reply

Even now feel quake in my heart recalling
-Tahmasb talk of the girl as if of Lolita
-"She knew better than her Mother! "
-remember his smile as do of Frankenstein
-he slept with a-girl-eleven; not even teenager…