Moonlit Night Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Moonlit night

The music is on
Man, softly recites
The poem on “Moonlit Night”
Of an Iranian poet; wow
A virtual plane and I,
In the skin, which is empty…
Of me…
I am with Moshiri…

I am in SEI
Absent is the girl,
To her I wrote
Never to see her again
There, she is not...

And in Kabul I
Walk, stop
And see the woman in Chador
Her son a messenger

But afraid
All of us
Of the ‘Nahy az Monkar”

And I see Pari
In front of a fridge
In hand a screwdriver

And I
And I
And I

See so much
As saw the poet
In that moonlit night.

In that alley
He sees no lover
In my skin I, get nowhere.