Of Iqbal Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of Iqbal

Be aware my lovely
-of me when kissed waves' lips
-I did so after they came told me:
- "We touched her when bathing."

And the "Her" was you "Love."

At that time, I recalled
-the master of poets;
-to Lahore flew, jumped
-met Mohammad Iqbal…

Begged him while on my knees
-to recite his poems about waves.

I found him talk with waves
-as if he and subjects
-are the old-time friends.

Addressed wave and questioned:
- "Why always are restless? "
- "Go and come for research? "
- "Tell me of troubles…"

Wave replied, fast, simple:
- "Am alive when I move! "
- "Don't exist motionless! "

Did not dare to compare
-that Iqbal with myself…

Felt ashamed, embarrassed
-for him, had more respect.

Looked at him as poet,
Respected as master,
Read more of his poems,
Wished he was my mentor.

Frozen and silent I remained:
- "Another death's victim? "