Four Pictures Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Four pictures

Want to be Oedipus but not king
Want to go blind by using tools,
No sin is committed for birthing
Simply not to read, not to see.
What is use of the eyes?
The heart goes full in pain
Juxtaposed, see-hear the photos, articles,
A schools', an Afghan's and anchor's story
Radio's story is a joke with Marley
Not school with no wall,
Syrian, like Panjshir's; made by kids; of stones.
The pain is lava and flows, melts
What is good in having eyes, ears?
Best to be Oedipus…

I too laugh at Marley of anchor
When he talks of the girl having lice
My laughter is bitter…
I recall the days that old women
Grannies or sisters and mothers
Sat and child was monkey
Search for lice
I recall; I recall; I recall
Plainly know the cause
This hard phase I have walked; have crossed
Therefore I never laugh
No never; not ever.
But cries my blood for photos of Afghan
Girl-mother of fourteen burned alive
And what for and whose fault?
Her father made a deal and agreed
He would give his daughter
In the game
Match-making
He would then marry a…
Girl of theirs…

Cannot write any more
Oh…people…want to be Oedipus
Guess the rest…guess reader…