Treasure Hunt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Treasure hunt

Hairbrush is black, plastic
On backside there's a name
Faramarz

Square-rectangle is, small mirror
Memories, the gateway 'treasure'
The Prison

A hunter, like many, of 'antiques'
Undergrounds, with metal detector
Smuggle

Behind bars; handmade knife for fight
For inside prison, there are numerous
'Be a man'

What a fight, in our room
Two young men, many wounds
And blood

This brush, till I live, is a book
It's talking, treasure hunt, prison
And a fight