An Apple In Exile Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

An apple in exile
What can happen if you are in the wrong place, possibly in wrong time?
In a place where everyone makes a resume of himself or herself (a portrait) ,

In a place where human is, no more than strings for others to play,

In a place where the sunsets are easily falsified,

Thanks to corruptions there was a ditch in the parking lot,


Next to the water turned swamp, acting as a mirror, was an apple…green and small.

Lonely apple had no relation with the car tire…



The apple sat and sat observant, depressed…

Until a squirrel, possibly …removed it, at a tree trunk, a maple, took a bite, said “Yuk”.


This was the story of the apple in a city where a dog, even in a university remained…


Nothing but a dog, a toy, obedient, in chain…