Columns Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Columns

Went to work with cement
-the air that I inhale
-the houses I observe
-talk of vast difference
-between shanty, palace!

Parked I see many cars
-more than one up to five
-to every door, garage
-study doors, windows
-the roofing and columns
-and the lights being out
-though the sun has come out
-and the poor is at work
-they speak of late nights
-at TV and sexy with drinks

No motion, shutters down
-except the dining halls
-those facing street
-simply majestic

"Sleepers, sleepers, sleepers…"
-want to shout:
-"…hear birds; sun is up…
-…wake and see the breeze…
-…passing by the trees…
-giving, taking the kiss…"

But I don't…
-even gate to my work is closed
-sit in car and take notes
-then get out for image
-video and photos

Beauty is love god
-that is why
-enjoy it and praise…
-hastily I record
-as much as I can take!
-in pixels and in words…