Cahco To Coroico Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your smile; sometimes laugh
I can see and do feel. What you think of the old foolish man

In your mind, a screen or TV
In mine though, an expert an active; seeing fights for power.

I’m not mad; not backward.
My mind sees in mud brick; largest map of a world a mirror.

My heart beats oldest love,
For the peace, escapees of hunger, ships capsized in a wave.

Obscure as in fog or cloud,
I see dawn, I see dusks as smoke, and losing in white-nights.

My dear I am hay in ocean
You feel free; keep away. In corners see yourself as column.

I’m not mad, you are wrong
Think again then smile, even laugh. Think about life in pen.

Like you now in those days,
I felt high till Chaco and the war; confident laughed, smiled.

Comrades fell like Fall-Leaf.
Thirst, Hunger and bullets of the guns; killing us in the wild.

Back at home the dead road
Was replaced by new; the soldiers arrested, the Paraguayans.

You smile and read books
You read me when I’m dead. Don’t waste time. I was there.

What are you deaf or dumb?
Sure have no brain to let go of the fact and stick to some lies.

I’m not mad, you are wrong
Think again then smile, even laugh. Think about life in pen.