Shampoo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shampoo

Did not need a shampoo but purchased
-I am sure will not use for head, hair
-but I will keep it in the corner
-it takes me back to the past
-will help me remember
-part of the a gone time,
-deep buried in a past!

I was child and had moved to Tehran
-was worker and helper in a shop
-totally unaware of their lives
-in and out of people in city,
-had no taste for the food
-and…and…and…

Our neighbours, as I learned later on
-across the alley and streets
-could each be the source for stories
-on changes in Iran and the world
-Welcoming what is known as the Nineteen-Sixties
-Rock and Roll of Elvis Presley and Beetles!
-to the war, Vietnam's, to Kelly

In front live Jazeb, colonel then Afagh, a woman, too modern
-to the five brothers who had come from the city of Kashan
-to Haji who had shop in bazaar, with daughters, without son
-to Dervish who had live in puddle and his sons were masons
-to the end where Black African worked for Haji called Jackal…

At that time, a young child working in small shop
-I knew nothing of our world but saw changes
-lemonade was new, water was coloured and had gas, carbonate
-and the youths were ready to make games they played …
-I look back at those days and recall some neighbors like Fardin, the actor
-also the family, Sehhati who were base for making this Shampoo!

I doubt that will ever use it but as plane or maybe magical like carpet
-to go deep into time and leap through walls brought up
-by changes that followed in the years came after!
-they amuse and make me think, wonder!