His Will Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His Will

Giving life to this one
-is biting all my mind

A father
A daughter
(only child)
And dreams

"Like to see her wedding…"
-kept saying everywhere
- "…before come end and death."

Life went on
-both grew
-one, a bud turning rose
-another, gardener getting old

The time came
-arrived guests
-and he laughed
-and he danced

"Give me time…"
-father asked,
-was tired
-needed rest

"Hey uncle…"
-nephews called
-and nieces
- "…it is time…
-…to wake up."

No reply! ! !

They touched him
-felt like rock
-a stone, kind of cold

He was dead! ! !

Came bride
-and groom,
-few guests

She cried
-her makeup turned to mud
-on her cheeks ran flood

Repeated Hiroshima
-hearts stopped
-melted eyes

Confused everyone
-as if ants or the bees
-in their nests water or
-smoke; thick…

The father, gardener, was now dead
-daughter felt like a hen, beheaded
-she bled; blood filled everywhere
-on floor and the walls to rooftop
-no power in knees, legs

Suddenly, a voice of elderly
- "The wedding must go on! "
- "No! No! No! " she cried.

Some listened and blushed
-all were shocked
-elderly's talk went on:
- "Since this is his own will,
-for his love must fulfil…"

Some thought of his soul
-and
-some, body; still warm

Most approved
- "Must fulfil the dead's will."

Daughter bowed and nodded
-to the words of preach…got married.