Persepolis 2 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As always I am wrong
Forgive me; please Marjan
Read some parts; yet

I judged
“Like before, this prize
Is a game and a play
Politics of our time”

And reasons are many
Plenty
From Nobel to elsewhere
They give now and reveal
After years
“It was so…or so on”

But this time
My research on exile
Has changed me; inside out
I read Maus
And then yours
Page by page
(With my notes book turned red)

I’m not you
Nor you I
But we are so alike
As if halved
(One apple)

But you are
Far above
Far ahead
And smart
I read you with pride

At the end
Forgive me