Bags Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bags

Memory is moonlight on calm ponds
Not so vast with willow on and off
Bending low for kisses of a love
That is deep from root to trunk
Then regains ‘stands up'.

Silvery and shiny on blue is the moon
Both true and foolish when glooms.

The same are headless chicks
In blood with cut necks
Trying aimless walks
Across room…

Among my memories is the bag:
"Mullahs' have endless long; "
We were told while revolt
Was taking shah along.

Now I see the same but, that's true
For doctors, and lawyers, insurers
United they are best criminals
Their pockets hair to ground!

Their setups are very organised
Taxi comes, they receive and welcome
They walk you to see out!

And money is cashed by setting up
Good letters, edited on all sides.