Oh My Mother Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Oh my mother

Was away in Dubai
- came news: "Mother died! "

Hard it was but had to
-face the fact and pain too…

The mountain opened mouth
-in it was dark, pitch dark.
-Black Hole; even worse
-and took me, if photon.
-Swallowed all along
-freshness, hope of life!
-I became a tree in storm.

No shoulder and no chest
-to rest on painful head.

I cried and cried and cried
-then laughter of madman.

"She died when all alone;
-ordered, sent the young maid
-to find things, fetch for her…"

I was told; then thought of
-my mother, her pride…
-she still felt master
-kept thinking:
- "I have maid…"
- (Though her world had changed
-had died time of master and the maid.
-Not for her; no nurse, nor caretaker! ! !)

Was proud, countlessly
-her grave, where buried
-is on hill and higher
-than the rest of people.

Oh mother!
Oh mother!
Oh mother!