Elope Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Elope

Some forced me behind walls,
Shackled legs, on hands ties,
Whitewashed, lied, set blinds.

They taught me, secretly:
"This is how we must be."

Brainwashed, trained me,
Of their way to do things!

Told me am Arian,
And the best of blood.

Chose the road, traveled,
Had many encounters,
Met peoples, classes,
Of the Whites,
And Blacks to Hybrids,
Creoles and Natives…

Saw many of Russians
Living as lower casts
Among those occupied
That regained freedom.

Miserable were their lives
After fell from the skies!

In times I see and watch
Reflections in light, dark,
In mirror of my thoughts.

Soft, sweet, in anger,
Break walls, barriers
Of class and gender.

Feel crazy for love,
Inherit grandma's
Eloping for her love,
Circulates my blood
To carry food for love.

Looking back, see sister,
Older but good friend.

I was her carrier
To take out messages
To engaged fiancé…

She drew flowers
With petals in colors,
On cloth, the whitest,
Then thread and needle,
Was great embroider,
Turned it to handkerchief
And filled it with sweets.

I took it to her love,
Stories on my mind,
About our grandma,
That fled against laws
To save a precious love.

Felt great, romantic,
Enjoyed love stories.

Love breaks barriers,
Comes from the Heaven,
And is fed by nature.

Love injects nutrients
That enhance freedom
From the jails and cells
Imposed by corruptions.

Now, free from chains
Of my past relations,
Am willing to listen,
To further a love share.

Read the Rumi, Hafez
And elope from the
Flags and governments,
Ignore national anthems.