To My Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To my love

On the days when hostage,
Felt I was forgotten.

Was on ship, trawler,
In hands of fishermen.

All alone to myself,
Was ignored piece of shit!

Found a book by bucket,
For cleaning asses…

Read through and liked it,
Was Sufi poetry.

Speaker, audience,
In me, were united,
I and me, to myself.

Found a piece of paper,
And on it registered:
"To my love…"

Handed it to the waves.

Kept dreaming, questioned:
"Will ever one read it?
What will they do with it? "

The news of today:
"A cleanup crew,
Found bottle with letter, "
Took me back to waters,
Memories, yester-days.

Remember seeing whale,
Many sharks, stingrays,
And shrimps, in masses!

Remember the tough days,
Oh, the days, bad old days!