Silk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Silk

Her name in English
Simply means the "Silk."

I met her in a round
Of job of "Door to Door."

Is tiny like cocoon
Giving birth to a world
Full of joy and colours…

Is mother…

She sat and prayed to
The Allah, only source
Of power and patience.

With her head on shoulder
Of me as old friend
I listened…

Her husband had left her
For blonde of Europe
And she was with two kids
Abandoned with no help
Except God's, in her faith.

"I forgive everything
But not the infidelity! "

She said and shed tears;
Seeking help of myself.

Today is her birthday
And they are together;
(I am an outsider.)

I smile, keep silent…

Does her man know of this?

I sent her greetings…