Immolate Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Immolate

The news was simple:
'A women in Tehran,
Attempted suicide
But was saved…'

Immolation location was where I
Had lived long in a house.
And she was in thirties
Place was Keshavaraz Blvd…

You and I can't stop
We care and always ride
Don't we have kite of thoughts?

In that way I flew into time
Remembered the observed and obtained
Most of my memories came to life in deep pain.
Among them was 'Being a woman! '
This is what said Jalal, the great tutor;
He too had open-eyes and conscious.

As come the snowflakes
And the leaves in autumns
Pain came down like a bomb.

I wanted an answer 'and the cause? '
Felt awkward when thought of the reply being masked
By mullahs of Iran.

Either was a poor mother who
Unable, couldn't feed children
Or a wife or lover with the law against her
She was too powerless to defend…

Sure I am, have no doubt
In a way was deprived.

Shame on me with hands tied
I am in prison behind bars
Unable to give help
Except with words and talk.