Nassy Fesharaki

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Crash - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


News is full of words
One plane has crashed
People died; Lives are lost.
Comments are dirty, worse

‘The guilty’ as is called
Was sick; with X and Y.

We judge fast, and unjust.

To me he, has angles.
His dreams day by day.

He was an ambitious
Hard working, glorious
A victim of nature
He got sick and ruptured.

What happened, no one knows.
We see the few sticks of match box.
Then we judge; it is wrong.

He is Arab, my colleague, the pilot.
He crashed in Shiraz; fully burned.
With cotton and the earth we made him false casket.
Had to fool dependents; Mother, child…who cried.

He is that lieutenant; the ‘Ranger’ in mountains
He was sent to the heights; as soldier.
Qashqaiees had rebelled in Shiraz.
He was caught, arrested and murdered
He was cut to pieces; like Tupac
Then buried in ‘Bagh-e-Takht’; a hero
Forgotten; all are past.

He is me; I resigned and when asked:
“Why do so, you are young? ” I replied:
“I ran fast; reached the end early, fast.”
Much is left to be said; I wish cells could speak.

I don’t rush to judgement… please, you be patient.

Topic(s) of this poem: human nature

Comments about Crash by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Rajnish Manga (3/27/2015 9:48:00 AM)

    A great tragedy has taken place. All kind of reports keep pouring in. Let us not jump to wild conclusions as you have advised in the concluding lines of the poem. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

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