Winter Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Winter

Bitch, as I remember
-meant a dog, a female
-as well as an insult
-for her way, behaviour.

Age is bad when outside
-seeing lands, and skies,
-moving with, in currents,
-taking part, adventurous.

You can feel the changes.

"Bitch", "Bitching", "is a Bitch"
-are around as if pitch
-for a work, job searching…

Even the media has a "Bitch"
-it is a magazine, and .

That is not only change
-which I know, remember;
-seeing my birth place
-reminds me of the hell!
- (I was born in winter,
-left, became different
-from ones who are there.)

The trees are gone-dead
-mountains have no jungle
-vanished bores, wolves, tigers
-and no bird for foxes…

Where went hens and jackals?
What went on, what happened?

No mud house anymore.
No dirt road, gravel.
No one digs water-well.

Winter is a mark of
-the cold and disaster!