Of Not Said 4 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of not said 4

In my hand held suitcase
Heading south to water
Would get on trawler
Then time was past midday.

Sunset was to come soon
It would rush to cover
Sea-surface, its lover
And night fell…so jealous!

Persian Gulf seemed too vast
Scary white teeth waves, did not last
I recalled crossing The Gulf fast
We flew over it felt had rights
To see sea as blocked.

With Sun gone came stars
On canvas, made designs
Some bright, some small
Sky was blanket on water
And sea was pregnant…

Came morning with baby…
Golden were the sea waves
After East lost silver
And kind waves smiles.

We had reached the islands
Fishermen promised:
"Sonar says too much catch! "
The corrupt Iran's side did agree.

We never got that mass
So went on strike the Russians
Against the Neptune-Seyd
Rafsanjani's poker games
Navy ship came to chase
What was named escapees,
Endangered my, our lives
I ended behind bars; with it came chain of loss.
Must fight and get my rights from that Turban-fox! ! !