Café Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Café

Novelist, a woman,
She was born on border.

"One is dad and other,
Is, to me, the mother,
And border, is scissors, "
She says and sheds tear!

Deep in me, I shiver,
I know that barrier,
I crossed the border!

Of both have documents,
Walked on their gravels,
Smelled earth, inhaled air,
And dined with both nations!

Wonder why said "Nations, "
They are one in culture,
History, foundation,
Destroy this border!

Has heart of lioness,
Is polite and alert,
Is giving, devoted,
Example, role model.

I see her as altar,
In a church or in mosque.

Can even call her lord,
Is my God, and Allah!

Kneel to her and pray,
In hand, Koran, Bible:
"Please make me angel."

I ask for permission,
To be shah in Kabul,
Exact same as ancient
Shah-e-do-shamshireh.