Birth Of Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Birth of Love

Holding torch and in search,
Rumi wrote this poem:
"Tired of demon, wild,
Human is my want."

The same is for me now;
Am tired of "First Love."

Feel ashamed when hear
Of the birth, death of "Love."

Love is life and being
Is born but, never dies.

What is now described
As love, is desire,
Greed, lust…

Travel, open eyes
To the past, sea, skies;
Love is life, life is love.

Romeo, Juliet
And Shirin and Farhad
Are only few of
Devotions of such kind.

Birth for love is normal
But death is "No" to love.

Long lived, undiscovered
Are on walls of the caves
And the depths of oceans,
Remains of the creations
With the love, devotion,
In cores of Masterpiece;
Heavenly and lovely.

Love is born, never dies
Look at the parent-child
In nature and mankind.

Imagine a man who
Is absorbed by love of
His heavenly body…

He finds some reason to
Spend time with excuse
In backyard or cottage.

He ploughs with his hand
Takes the seeds one by one
In manner of love's art
Then, covers them with dust.

His heartbeats like drum
Feels bullet in the heart;
Only he knows and God
Of what he does, has done.

He purchased diamond ring
For his love, secretly…

Meant to give, propose
And ask her: "Marry me."

But art came, creative;
Changed plans to match in.

Set a seed of carrot
In circle of the ring,
Prayed days, even weeks
That it worked as he wished.

Always went visiting
His garden and angel.

He blushed each time he
Crossed his-dot-markings
Hidden like caves' paintings
And the mountains' carvings.

His secrets were secrets
To all, except artist…
Slowly and daily
He prayed his lovely
Would not change anything
To carrots growing.

He smiled and hugged her
When saw she had not unchanged:
"She knows not, still is unaware."

What she saw was her side:
"Our life is simple one."

And surely, she was right
The jewel is in heart of
The coalmine as diamond.

Travel, open eyes
To the past, sea, skies;
Love is life, life is love.

Romeo, Juliet
And Shirin and Farhad
Are only few of
Devotions of such kind.

Birth for love is normal
But death is "No" to love.

I have been among them
And have read lot of the
Stories of mountains
And deserts; abandoned.

I witnessed the love-birth
And found it like angel
Even if turned evil.

Met young man in the jail
In love with married woman;
Together, they felt the:
"You are mine; I am yours
And he is obstacle on our path! "

Young man bought poison,
She used it in kitchen;
When husband ate that food
Collapsed since had weakened.

The lovers took suitcase
And carried the half-dead
And threw him away…

The police discovered
The body, of slain
By nasty murders.

The two, were arrested
Man ended in our jail
And gave me a time to
Hear him in the depth.

Had it been different
Lot of things would never
Take place and happen.

The eyes were all blind;
She married in absence
Of love, care for husband.

There was big vacuum
In the cave of her heart
Like canvas on frame
Hungry and thirsty
For colours and brush
To value the word "Love."

She let her womb to fill
With semen to make kids.

But her heart unmarried
Had remained a virgin.

Now, she was murderer;
Handcuffed and sent to jail:
"My death is fearless if see her! "

Romeo, Juliet
And Shirin and Farhad
Are only few of
Devotions of such kind.

Birth for love is normal
But death is "No" to love.

I read of an Afghan
Committing suicide
At wedding of his love.

He wore a lot of bombs:
"Blasted and killed all! "

Travel, open eyes
To the past, sea, skies;
Love is life, life is love.

Romeo, Juliet
And Shirin and Farhad
Are only few of
Devotions of such kind.

Birth for love is normal
But death is "No" to love.

What I say here, now
Shows only the tip of
An iceberg in ocean…

Love can be an artist
And love is masterpiece;
Love is same in mankind
And all of animals.

Love is born, never dies
Look at the parent-child
In nature and mankind.

Imagine a ring on a carrot
As if is on finger of angel.

Imagine past, today
With, without church isle
And the words: "I thee wed."

Picture it in your mind
The Majnoon and Layla
With meanings of the names;
He lived as crazy in desert
Not to see blinds, deaf
To cherish, respect and protect
Pure love for the girl
Whom Calipha saw and met
To be shocked that was not an angel!

Haroon was the Caliph
He murmured to Vazir:
"How could he? "

Meant to say:
"Majnoon fall in love with
Such a hairy and ugly girl? "

The Caliph like others
Was blind and was deaf;
All, of love, Unaware.

Love is born, never dies
Look at the parent-child
In nature and mankind.

Love can be an artist
And love is masterpiece;
Love is same in mankind
And all of animals.

Imagine a ring on a carrot
As if is on finger of angel.

Imagine past, today
With, without church isle
And the words: "I thee wed."

Love is born, never dies.