Letter To A Friend
Dear Nazim,
Today a well meaning friend
made me realize where I was.
“Are you over her yet, it’s been a month?”
Nazim it’s the twenty-first century
and grief lasts at most a month.
And life is a laughing matter.
Grieving has a new name, pathology
treatable by doctors and drugs.
Nazim, today when love stops loving
Juliet sports a new haircut
and Romeo buys a new car.
You must not live too seriously now,
I mean, loving weighs less now.
Nazim, today it is a crime to die for love.
You grieved then, as I grieve now
We must love long or losing love,
long grief is tribute to it.
But look it’s the new millenium.
No time for matters of the heart.
I will plant olive trees, Nazim, and
next year cut them down and plant cherry.