Personal But Public Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Personal but public

Am thankful, went there when
-was the worst possible!
-Mazar is city that
-had heard of very much;
-and the eyes wanted, sought.

Had to see the pigeons;
- "No matter what colour
-become white in Mazar, "
-I was told; couldn't buy!

I stood far behind as does my camera
-when filming a woman in chador
-sitting down; with still tripod.
-She played with bushes, the leaves and flowers
-while between me, shrine; and she was pretty.
-The scene was great and picturesque.

I approached her place when was gone
-saw trace of her pee, and beyond…

"Oh chador, you are a miracle, like skirt! "
-I murmured and smiled.

Men, women felt free and at their ease,
-when the same would happen in public; in Andes.

"Is social? "
"Respectful? "
"Who is right? "
"What is wrong? "
"What about in city? "
"Is it on municipality? "

The questions have remained
-the answers vary, are very different.

Fell in love with skirt yesterday
-when observed Mazar's scene
-here, in Toronto; on York Mills!
-It made me admire miracle; of skirt!