Rozaneh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rozaneh

Some call it a window, some keyhole for the light
I remain in shadow of the wall…

Why not call:
“Passage for lights’ songs…long conic portrait of sky
In the roof to celling, in the walls of the rooms or the shops
The window in the cell for lonely prisoner who observes particles
Making shapes in a light descending; lingering to form a willow dance
Tireless even when flickers in the eye…sometimes long, sometimes round
Enlarged a DNA, too small, under a forgetting microscope, all about life outside”?

Why not a prisoner devoted to vast love?
A Sufi, in hermit a kind monk?

Rozaneh, was great conduit in old times, air came in and went out.
Mostly round in ceilings; cut in walls.

I have a rozneh
It connects heart to mind, its vision from eye
Rozaneh is the sight that absorbs all colours, shapes, races
Rozaneh is a love connection regardless of gender, it adores beauty.

Most of all rozaneh kills the dark of the chairs and chambers and thrones
And senates, parliaments…

Read the rest…and be wise.

Read the rest…and be wise.