Of Hers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of hers

In times I get tired
-tired of any her
-very first being her
-was fridge's doctor
-taking tools on floor
-as if is with patients
-prescribed medicines!

I laughed and smiled and acted kind
-so became a centre, she felt love
-everywhere that I went saw her eyes
-my absence to her was cumulus-nimbus
-shed tears from eyes to her cheeks
-the world was after me
-she is a Juliet; why not be Romeo?
-I had life so left and departed
-on the waves came news of her loss
-both her mind and the hope of love life
-she sat on spring and creek of tears

My kindness to them lasts
-has gone on, will go on
-I know not why they are
-building a castle of crystal!

To my eyes women seem
-to be much like our Moon,
-they look at the Sun move.

I believe our genders belong to
-not one but different planets
-one is sea and other is desert

Not knowing what they are
-must be cause and reason
-to leave them to themselves
-easily I become too tired!
-of women and their games
-like the one who called me
-her number said: 'unknown'
-who are they, what is this? ? ?