Taste Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Taste

What I got is nowhere near the
-what I got in past when
-they made and it was served
-totally different

But still I enjoy
-having with pleasure

In my mind come to life
-the past with travels…

The best one, tastiest
-that I do remember
-was from the Fardins'

Their son was wrestler
-religious, the mother
-worked with cars, the father

Mother made ‘Sholeh-Zard'
-according to her faith
-as well as the culture

She served it in plates
-sent to shop, grocers'
- (there I worked)

In most times I ate it
-to the end, and finished
-before came brother
-and washed the container
-took it back, delivered
-till that time
-I tried but could not
-in water rolled stone
-hit china, it broke

I cannot remember then after
-but still feel the taste! ! !
-parents died and the champ
- (who became an actor)