One More Call Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

One more call

And he called after long
-and sure I blossomed

He, man of much pride
-who grinned like lion
-to tell me: "Go to hell…"
-for him I too small…
-later turned to friend
-I helped him to unite…
-with mother and sister
-in Texas, USA

He called me day and night
-till was lost like fog in
-a summer sun, midday…
-till he called me today
-talking of miseries
-mother, wife, siblings,
-and lost child, abortion…

And we talked of his life-
-history, background
-partially my pains too
-to help him to forget
-more you know of others
-less you are bitten by
-your small, minor pains

Yes he held a long sword
-wide, ajar, opened doors
-of the pains of Afghans
-from past to today
-that is what we both know…

Part of that he had told
-to one of passengers
-when he worked for Uber
-"Write your life…"
-said person…
-"And why not…? "
-I added…!