Nassy Fesharaki

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Legs - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


A no name she remained and remains
In my mind
I met her in recent motions and new job.

Passenger, the woman of mid-age,
Many thoughts boiled in her,
They focused like laser: “I found him.”

Cold outside and people were wrapped up
Bundled up head to toe, head scarf
Mid jacket, feet booted; but not legs…

“Didn’t work, ” she told me.

Young ladies with shaved legs
Exposing the ankle, leg and thy, rushed from bar to bar.

With the raised eyebrows
One wonders…

Half-finished when talking
of failed date, not working,
closed eyes; I drove to her house;
She asleep.

Then came in young women
All drunk
Talked and laughed in midnight.

One, to me:
“Do you know how cold feels? ”
She meant say: “to ladies.”

Got no time to answer
One played politics: “they regains soberness.”

I knew what they meant, though silent:
“Legs freeze along with what is there between them...”

“Then why wear short skirts, sticking, very tight? ”
This question freezes in the mouth.

Topic(s) of this poem: women

Comments about Legs by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/8/2015 8:46:00 AM)

    a nice poem, well-penned i enjoyed reading the poem (Report) Reply

    Nassy Fesharaki (11/8/2015 9:54:00 AM)

    I am glad you liked it, thank you

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 8, 2015

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