In The Past Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In the past,
I ran to, a lovely, dear wife.
Now tell me
How you are? I hope fine.
(My ex- life, some ex-love)

Doubtlessly wish you calm.

There are times I wonder
Days and nights, I ponder.

“What went wrong? ”

You were hen with brood
With hard life, regardless
Guilt Rooster’s, I confess

But not guilt; was caring
I followed duty, loyalty
I was trained the fighter.

This is what you don’t get.

For a war and absent I was out
In your hand poison-new-knife
I got in new fight; double front
Undeclared you attack on spine.

Your action in the war is ambush
Look it up, it must be in the book

Your garden of preach made trees
You, the witch, folded the stories
“Of the bad; also mean, ” extreme.
Planted base of hate; in the hearts.

Brainwashed, truth was otherwise.

I tried, though wounded
In the bus, and in house
You behaved too unjust.


Yes I left, “this is why.”


Much remains in secret
I do so for the kids.
I leave you further chance.


Go and lie…
For the fact…
Time will come…
Though too late…