Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 79,095 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Talking In The Air - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Talking in the air

As if I, am soldier
Of Hassan
Of Sabbah
Of Hashshash

I see world through wine
Not goblet, vase or jar
But an urn, a barrel

And acid…a pool of

And clouds are friends
All of us are drunk

Weightless and, aimlessly
We fly, and go round

I stop, if only
I could, can
And look up
In sky
Jealously

See clouds with speed
Are in rush

I question:
“Headed to? ”

No reply
They fly and go by
To them I
Don’t exist

“Hey…”
I shout and then sigh.

Topic(s) of this poem: solitude


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015



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