She Sings Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She sings

Meant to write,
Write about…

The fog in Abbotsford
Of B. C. Canada…

But she sings,
Sings of the past,
And is on the screen.

Oh, my Lord
What are these?

What is the soul?
What are the memories?
What is a thought? A dream?

I am lost in the fog,
Feel as if I am a rock
Am I sands at the beach?
Or dune in the desert wind?

Some write of love, romance,
Some write of the fall and rise,
Some write of their tummies,
Some people write nothing!

Memories on my mind,
Vertigo, I am lost,
In the fog of my thoughts!

And she sings.
And she sings.
And she sings.

With her song I picture
A mean court with blame.

Islamic government
Left no chance to live there,
Had to consult, then escaped.

Tehran to Chah Bahar,
Poor people in the flood,
Pakistan, then Dubai.

And she sings.
And she sings.
And she sings.

Every word in her song
Stirs my past, gives life
To the days, a long gone.

Reminds me of hiding,
Afraid of being caught
By the Sepah-Pasdaran!

Reminds me of Jamal
Smuggler, he drives…

Reminds me of Shir-Gauz
And how the dam was washed
All the farms, animals…

Reminds me of many encounters,
Mats of palm, and schools without walls.

Reminds me of meeting
Young and old refugees!

We varied, also shared
A common killing pain.

We were fooled by mullahs,
The Muslims with big lies.

Cherished some encounters,
We gathered as new friends.

In Dubai, met two brothers,
They sold Persian Carpets,
One Mansoor, one Naser,
Polite and quiet was latter.

And she sings.
And she sings.
And she sings.

Like a carved membrane,
Recall what Mansoor said:
"She sang, and I told her…"

Hayedeh is long dead
The same as her sister.

But she sings.
And she sings.
And she sings.

To Mansoor what happened?

The police reported:
"Found car in Umm Al Quwain,
Was damaged and left there! "

What about brothers?
Like the fog? Disappeared?

Naser's wife came to me,
We chatted for hours.

And she sings.
And she sings.
And she sings.

With each word I hear
Birds fly in the air
I stare at their wings,
Feel drunk with dreams!

Every word from her
Penetrates as a dagger
In my heart and brain:
"What happened?
What happened?
What happened? "