Timmins Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Timmins

Following door to door
-ended up at some door
-lost between knock, buzzer
-came a boy with dog-pet
-too polite and sweet
-said hello to greet
- "How's your day? "
-then dialed a number
-and spoke to father
-informed him of myself
-as unseen new guest

Dad opened…

I wondered and murmured:
- "Cannot be city child…"
-their neighbour overheard
-city-like commented:
- "Are from the Timmins"

I recalled my childhood
-first time in capital
- (large city of Tehran)

Some like it: "Is Modern"
-I see this: "Life in Hell"

Do not like mistrust
-hell is the life when
-doors are tightly locked
-there is no Heart, Mind!

Love life in mountains
-in backward villages
-or hidden from eyes
-deep inside a cave's dark

Anywhere, anyhow
-sheltered and under roof
-or even, if without
-but never in big town!