In Iran Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In Iran, Esfahan
-there is a vast Meidan;
-it is named after Shah.

On North-End is Bazaar
-to its south, Masjed Shah.

To the West, if am right
-are columns, called "Forty"
-but in fact, twenty…reflecting.

That and the Chahar Bagh
-Bahai's "Four Gardens"
-can be called "Miracles."

These are the works of when
-Europe meant wilderness
-with diseases, hunger…

I was five, not yet six,
-a shop's boy for selling
- "Giveh" or cotton shoes
- (Almost lost my life when
-was dropped in brook or "Madi! ")

Years later when returned
-as young-man, off Tehran
-saw my past as do now…

My knowledge had doubled
-from when was younger.

All combined, heart and mind
-searched for arts on the walls…

The ancient masterpiece uncovered
-underneath very thick plasters
-thanks to the Mullahs' faith
-show the life of censor!

Eye of mind looked around
-found the past as is now
-everything wrapped in fog.