For Money Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For money

I looked for needle and...
I want thread to stich.
I must do what he did
(Farrokhi of the Yazd)
When he heard:
"Hey shut up! "
Sewed his lips...

How can I?
How can we?
How can one?
See all these and shut up...
Unless with the sewed lips...

Now talking of Forough:
Her poems are so neat
Her words are like a leaf
(They are blades of grass)
(They are hay, are straws)
(They are like baby sun.)
(They are day, they are night.)
(They're essence of the buds...of roses...of tulip and orchid,)

How can I?
How can you?
How can we; anyone?
See this girl; other one
Young and soft with chick hair on breast
Her hands, palms do reveal behind the scene
She is poor; gets naked for a pay; for money.