Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 80,748 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Shirin - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


How was she?
Was she fit or chubby?
Was her hair soft, fuzzy?
And her face, long or round?
How old was, older, young?

Why should I care at all?
She was his, was Farhad’s.

Farhad carved the stones
He made a masterpiece
For ages, lived, exists.
Lovers come, pass and talk
Kermanshah, of Iran…

Love for her, extreme
For other she left, him
She chose a richer man
Of Royal Family…
Named: Khosrow.

Nizami Ganjavi wrote poem
Recorded piece by piece…

Though love is dangerous
I love it, what is this?

Topic(s) of this poem: romantic

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2015

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