Stucco Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stucco



Stucco

Apo knows nothing but stucco
-he sees world image of stucco
-in his mind he is right
-his eyes too, affirm: "Right"

This is how we all are,
-we see things in our ways
-limited are our brains
-confirm eyes, very same

Apo thinks rest of world
-that knows not stucco
-is dumb and out of mind

The same is in a book
-"Mahi siah koochooloo"
- (The small black fish…"

The fishes in the ponds
-made fun of new one
- (passerby)
-who was a passenger
-to go out and see, learn
-therefore saw variants…

Need to talk to that fish
-of my worldwide trips
-that kill me before death
-when facing Apo-likes

Like Rumi, torch in hand
-in daylight search for death

Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening
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