Fist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fist

Who are we, why, what, when?
Are questions that make men,
History and nations…

Studied who we are,
Most people of Iran…

To start, took cousin
As sample, example:
"Once I lost my money,
Was badly hungry,
At my mouth my tummy"

Was on feet…with no ride.

On that day, he, like me
Somehow, lost everything!

I was young, playing
On tree branches,
Jumping like a monkey,
By river of Vineh…

With feet up and head down,
Was left with not a dime!

And being without them
Had to leave, find my way
To Tehran, far away…

In case of my cousin:
"Badly was hungry
And passed by bakery
That smelled heavenly…"

He could have, but did not
Go to the shop owner…

Instead raised his hand,
Slammed to abdomen
To forget his hunger…