Clock Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Clock

What’s the clock on the wall?
She looks like grandma
They tell me fairy tales
It’s talk of the past times
(Then for her, now for me)

And the watch on my wrist
That’s Shamloo:
“It’s lying”
“And its band is a chain”
“You’re in jail”

And he meant jail of time
Jail of games in our lives

But still I sit here
Watch those hands
‘Hug and bye’

And I think
“What is time? ”

It’s a bridge
“Birth to death”
No feelings
Just hi-bye

Repair man
Can you repair?

This clock is too old
This was old
Even then
When she came

Oh old clock
Can you stop?
I’m tired
They came went
It’s my turn
Let us go
You and I in same grave