The Day That I Died Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The day that I died

As a kid
-was not sent to school
-instead I worked then, labourer

"Child labour"
-some may call
- (eight to ten)

In those years
-at that time
-a norm and accepted
-was alright.

Was early in morning
-and I walked to our shop
-had been guest in aunt's house

A river, wide and long
-ran from north to south
-too shallow and wavy
-in middle, sat trees, very tall

Some of roots came out and
-wounded like wrestlers
-or fighting Scorpions

I liked to look at them
-watched them and admired
-beauty of nature

What is now asphalt road
-used to be the place
-for women to come wash
-and do their laundry
- (Name was same.)

Suddenly I saw what
-I call it:
- "My Death Date"

There was child
- (or fetus)
-everything, even cords,
-that come out
-at child-birth

Small head,
-hands and legs
-eyes closed
-wrinkled face and forehead

All of them entangled
-at the base of trunk
-of one of old trees

And water was running
-dead baby was moving
-so, did, rest of things

Then I died
-seeing child
- "Unwanted"

I hate what
-I saw and
-hate what I
-see now and
-hate it when
-remember

But news showed a child
-dropped in bin; garbage
-just born and was alive

Hate ethics and cultures
Hate people's relations
Hate sex and desires
Hate the lust, animals'
Hate this life

Love to leave
Love to die

This being is a shame!