Never Married Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Never Married

It was,
We may say,
Middle of the day.

And a child,
Playful and toyless,
Walks,
Possibly shoeless,

For home, was headed!

And a man,
On his beast,
A donkey,
Goes in reverse…

"What is going on there? "
Asks the child,
Pointing at the graves:
"They bury your grandma! "

Quite rude and cruel, no softness,
No consideration,
Child is in whirlpool of distrust…

Both smile!

"A mockery, "
The boy thought!

But
The day was killed, by night,
To him it was difficult,
Too difficult,
He stood and saw his dad,
Shedding tears, cry…

No more talked,
She, Grandma,
No more,
She was gone…

He,
The child,
Rode the wall,
The same old wall!

Sang song, slid himself forward:
"Gallop my horse, speed up, "
And tore the seating of his pant…

Unlike before,
No one criticize!

Grandma was not there,
Went and never came again,
Not ever, never again!

And difficult it was,
Her absence!

She who pleaded to the guests,
Being friends, bandits, or robbers:
"Have some, is ripe and fresh, "
No more called, offered!

She, a woman of village
Never married again,
After was widowed,
Hardly anyone did,
After the wedding,
Even if just engaged…

Fought the stars,
At night,
Or did they play?
Or talked of the dead?

The boy thought for long,
Sleepless, all alone,
Thing of his mother's aunt,
She died old and a bachelor,
Was widowed by losing fiancé,
He, a little boy, migrated forever!