Oh Prof I Love You Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He lectures
Happiness and the pain
In real, memory
In body and the nerves

Then her eyes come to sight
Not black-brown; it’s bright,
Memory of experienced-bus
Long story, it had the might.

Born here, in Canada
Harassment is around
It is a pain for women
It is not loss nor a gain

That jungle, Brazil
Different, in or out
Memory still; still
That was shocked

Talk of thieves
The mountains

‘Oh come on’ in my mind
I remained a quiet; a polite

‘You’re a child, an infant
Sucking on mom’s breast
In her arms, day or night’

Was on tongue; never said
She’s a prof, I have respect
She is simple and too great,
Knowledge yes, not travels.