Among My Trips Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Among my trips

Imagine Moon, Sunlight,
Then, kids and grown-ups.

Think of a topless woman
Appears among males.

An audience of old age
And partly youngsters,
Teenagers to infants…

Each look is different
As are in the politics,
Depends on awareness.

Recently read about
Iran making drone
Inside Tajikistan.

Some crawl on the surface
Marathon on pages
I remove past years' veils.

I flew Hercules
Once, went to Lesotho,
Nairobi and Cairo.

Then, Iran did the same
Together with the US,
And NATO alliance.

Neither a topless woman
In the Cannes, Montreal,
Nor the reports on Iran,
To me, are new or strange.

What they want is simple,
They shout for attention
To what is important
To them and their circle,
As correct or righteous,
They spew their inners!