Kamran Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kamran

In her bed
Low Sun is
Sleepy princess
Is awake and in bed
Sends signals
Golden light
Silver light.

The roads are congested
With head lights and tail lights
Men, women on their way as if ants.

Half asleep
Grandpa has named
The Little boy as Kamran.

Grandson is child of wasted times!

He was born to mother of sixteen!

She, slave to coolness
Went to bed unconscious
Used drugs, alcohol.

In land of freedom,
Badly felt equal
Did not care
For the fates
Coming next …

Repeated:
"I can take…
Fill me up…
Up and low."

Then became pregnant.

Now is a slander
Not mother
All she did
Was the birth…