Sangam Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sangam

Long ago as young boy
-when love was truly
-giving and devoting
-not only body's need
-I had good classmates
-Reza was among them.

He and I went to see
-the "Sangam; " a movie
-which talked of friendship.

He, greatest man whom
-I have lost contact with
-thanks to life's disaster
-and growth in the age
-never got tired of:
- "Let us go see Sangam."

We watched it seven times!

For first time after long
-I headed for Downtown
-and got ride in the bus.

Four kids of school age
- (oriental were faces)
-rode after two stops.

Cameras are poets
-I focused, shot shutter!

They became two groups
-two of girls chose to sit
-in front of my seat…

Two, a boy and a girl,
- (active and devil girl,)
-kept kicking each other
- (played, changed places)
-caring less for social
-respect and misbehaved!

The first two, quiet
-sat, chatted a little.

Then one used the shoulder
-of friend, resting head;
-eyes closed, in no time
-she was out of our world,
-possibly dreaming…

The other's friendship, devotion
-flew me to our time of Sangam!

The lender of shoulder
-a caring, good friend
-stole my attention…

She used her other hand
-for keeping friend's head
-from fall, which could hurt...

I felt like hearing a chorus:
- "Life is worth living with
-Friendship, Friendship,
-Friendship."

On stage of my mind music
-was of a piano, guitar and violin
- "Friendship is lovely…"

Felt a punch in my chest
-my throat was blocked
-pain was my grudge.

Sang in me the old song:
- "Life is not just body
-eating and sleeping,
-labelling, labouring,
-thinking of more money
-in lending, borrowing,
-and beneath the belly.

Life is love, friendship.