To The Absent One Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To the absent one

She was there,
No more there,
What happened?

She called me every year,
On good and rainy days,
And always for birthdays,
Not this year! ! !

I called her, no answer,
For weeks, months,
Her B. Day, end of year,
No reply, no answer! ! !

We shared life for six years,
My great партнёр, a Russian,
Risked her life and place,
Gave blood and brain,
And never complained.

Where is she? Why absent?
Just because of Ukraine?
Censorship? Restraint?
Because of her nation?

Nationalism has borders,
And borders cause hatred.

I spoke with Oceans,
Also talked with deserts,
We discussed the borders:
'Borders act like scissors,
Scissors are dividers…'

Then, beneath the sky,
We, three, looked above:
'Galaxies with mankind,
Must mimic the thread,
In the eyes of needles,
Sew to join, create,
Oneness, togetherness.'