Hefty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hefty

With my life too hefty
In the Nineteen Ninety,
Threw me deep in pool,
Right after April Fool!

Plan-less headed for
Dangers that could arrive
In the world of wonders,
Left behind home of birth!

Aimless but with target
And mountain on my chest,
Departed to join them.

Unaware, yet aware,
Headed for burning hell.

Neither then, nor today
Wise people can ever
Wish life with Taliban!

Yet, I went…

Having lived with Afghans,
For long and within walls,
Could compare prisons,
Of Iran…Taliban…

So, crossed the border,
And dust was a cover,
All along, on the way.

Now, here, must curtail
The endless lasting tale!

In Kabul became guest,
To chat with minister
Of the War, Religion.

Dined with youths,
We spoke in detail.

"Why not use media? "
I questioned, they replied:
"We agree and why not? "

Then they said, explained
What I observe today…

Homayun, the Afghan,
Documents Emirate
Of today's Taliban…

This is what they told me:
"We allow media
Whenever it is ours
With its men, cameras,
Microphones, ideas! "

Many things, right and wrong,
With many killed and harmed,
Have helped the Taliban...

They obtained tanks and guns,
Uniforms, roads half done…

Among what they have won
Are modern media,
It was their top wish, want.

Now, old, and powerless,
I smile, tell friends,
Or lean back and observe,
The cool life of fashions-
World-around, in U.S.
Thanks to biz, or commerce!

See people's, and the pets'
Mirage-life; unaware!

Who killed the JFK?
What was Nine-Eleven?
Why fell the Two-Sisters?
How, who made Bin Laden?