Cold Shower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cold shower

It is now three days
That cold are water pipes
We have no hot water.

No is not strange
I have seen much in life
Among them cold showers
So this is another…

Chosen as director
Have meeting to attend
Therefore took cold shower.

My skin was wrinkled
Came to mind my parents
And praised my mother.

We lived in our village
With two baths in common
The larger, smaller
Each person was aware
Of the things that happened
In open, behind walls, and in bed.

We knew our mother
Concerned of rituals:
"It is must for Muslims
To clean; always wash…"
Two points highlighted
After sex, monthly blood
And she was too concerned.

Lioness; yet secret her sex life
If needed, she broke ice of pond
Then immersed to have washed
To become clean with her "Ghosl".

Of our dad don't recall…
I know their birds-like life
They had sex and made love
Must have been early bird!