Bow And Read Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Bow And Read
Bow and read
In poems of poet who is wise
Moon is seen when says sun.
What am I?
Simply junk!
No river, sea, ocean
Visible in desert of my cave.
I have been only shame
To great art of hearts
Just huge statue
A nonsense.
Must depart pen, paper
Must never say, claim:
"I'm poet."
Or must act fearful
Prepare for revenge
To become Shahryar
Hafez or a Shamloo.
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