Pendulum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pendulum

Pendulum in my chest
Strikes right and left.

It stirs memories
Of the day I have seen,
In desert, mountain, seas!

I do not like old age!
This, to me, is a hell!

I recall my life, time,
Afghans, Afghanistan.

Searching on Indigenous,
Desperate, almost dead,
See the shores and vessels,
Inside them, worried men …

Angel hosts, surprised,
Welcome guests with pride,
Shelter them, feed, share love.

I do not like old age!
Feel living inside hell!

It is hard to sleep
When dreams keep racing.

Iskandar is Tajik,
Between us countries,
Comes to me in dream!

News, come of cities
They differ, are varied,
Partly good, part obscene!

Pendulum, in my chest,
Strikes right and left.

Am willow in the wind,
Cut and killed with dagger!