In My Palm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In my palm

Pour me wine in my palm,
Am tired of goblets,
Mistrust glasses,
Where is Khayyam's clay?

Pour me wine in my palm,
That is all to count on,
Politics is dead wrong,
Misguide us damn shrines
Of priests and rabbis
As well as fake mullahs.

Pour me wine in my palm,
Must escape all faiths' shops.

Pour me wine in my palm,
Love to be deep drunk!

Pour me wine in my palm,
Add to that some drugs
Of killer poison or venom.

Pour me wine in my palm,
As a simple actor need stage
To recite my greatest goodbye.

My parents, siblings
My friends and colleagues
Keep silent, and please
Just pour wine in my palm.

Pour me wine in my palm,
Pour me wine in my palm,
Pour me wine in my palm.

Pour and pour and drink,
Be friend and join in,
Allow wine to show path,
It shatters with cracks
Till we find the kernel of truth
In the sun, galaxies, die with it.