Tanisha Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tanisha

Tanisha,
Tanisha,
Tanisha,

No, no, no, cannot hide;
-by no means can stop!

Like Sufis' Sema-dance
-I must dance; die in dance.

I must dance for Mithra,
-YHWH and Allah…

I pray that you too
-find time to take a look
-to read this about you.

Am drunk with that hug,
-with your look and smile,
-perfume and your talk…

Call please and tell me:
- "You are not crazy;
-I was a real thing,
-not at all fantasy…"

Who am I to ask you:
"Tanisha, what are you? "
"Are you of Paradise? "

I am sure that you are;
Only mad is in doubt!

You must be supreme
-to angels; if any…

Will sleep in your name;
In your name will awake.

With you, I must have talk
-like babies in sheep-count!