Niavaran Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Niavaran

Driving in, around the old mills of North York
-come to mind what I saw; bubbles in springs.
-In me boil young and old memories.

My reply, simply
-a smile, let it be.

The walls were of mud-stone and adobe
-on their heads sat twigs and bushes; very low
-to defend from the harm of the rain and snow.
.
Their purpose was only make it known:
- "This is mine, ", "That is yours'"
- "Remaining is his, hers…or…or…or…"

Thirteenth day after the equinox
-the best day for outside, in Iran
-girls go out and tie knots
-to marry and move out, bear a child.
-I too had ended there; following family.
-Guess it before my-turn-fourteen.

A rebel to boredom of backward family
-went for walk and found me
-playing volleyball with some girls,
- (older and more modern.)

Fell, injured, when ran to catch a ball
-was rounded by some youths in no time.

One of them: "Why left you your sisters? "

The female players were kind, cared;
-lovingly caressed me, combed my hair.
-The girls left when boys came; went away.

"They are not my sisters, " I told guys.

The young men's intention was not help
-they had come to watch girls…
-Having failed, they dumped me; went their way.