Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 7,134 Points (Dec 29 / Iran)

Extremes - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Extremes

Oh my mom, oh my mom, oh my mom
I love you and love you and wonder
Poor mother, poor lover and cultures
How could you, a daughter, be open?
Your heart was, as I see, in a box
Volcano was inside, squeezed by the walls
“I’m in love, I miss him, I want him in my arms”
You shouted in dream, in secret when alone.
It was shame if were heard by other than yourself.

Oh my mom, oh my mom, oh my mom
There are times that I watch The Kind Girls,
All naked, head to toe and exposed; private
Things have changed; I am lost, past and now
Which is right?
Not sure but, guess neither.
Extremes in your days and today
(These days are my final.)

What will be tomorrow?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014



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