Publishing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Publishing
Publishing
Like woman
Pregnant and ready
(To give birth)
But still, lost, worried
Ray, taught a class
(Also wrote)
Had a book, set, ready
Publishing, then selling
He needed consulting
He needed comforting
"Ray my child, don't worry"
Can woman in ninth month
Not think of what will come?
Ray was same and now he
Out of sight; if culture
Of Tajiks after birth
Forty days, devil eyes
Where is Ray?
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