To A Daughter Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To a daughter

This is to a daughter
For her, her children;
Include descendants
Far, too far, and near.

I met her at the door;
And the name that she wore
Was yours with same letters!

Felt sweat on spine
Stood hair on my arms.

In my mind ran a hug;
But felt that it was wrong.

Suddenly I retained
Conscious and confidence.

So, just called her by name
And added: "My Daughter, "
She smiled in return…

Now, please be honest
Do you, too, feel the same
In varied occasions?

I respect such shivers
Like the myth of phoenix
With fire that kills her!

I vision the waves of a flame
Filling heart of father for daughter;
A sacred beauty that can be ferocious.

Wonder if it exists in daughter;
Have you, too, felt the same?

Isn't love acting as a sharp sword
Or a bomb of devil with madness
Or stone thrown by some bastard
To shatter the soft jar or the urn?