Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Novel


Novel

Take a book, read a novel, third person narration
Omniscient the writer, creator, God's competitor
Knows everything, all hero's steps thought, want
Author gives power, takes power and puts barrier
And removes and turns the hate into love or love
Dies, becomes hate, all dreams; mad writes crazy
Crazy reads the madness; that is all; that is novel.

In Nigeria, sixty girls from the an unclear number
‘Kidnapped girls' have fled, have survived...
Why were they kidnapped? Who kidnapped them?
What exactly happen and how did it on what base?
It is true; it must be, write of them...novel, actions
Let us be true to ourselves, yester-days, today and
Tomorrow......................

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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