Moji Agha Poet Narrative

The Day Baklava Bent the Fork

The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
 
By: Moji Agha
 
April 15, 2010
 
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw with my own physical eyes,
in one hilariously sweet moment,
the sticky triumph of baklava over the fork.
 
The formerly cocky fork,
his erect ego bent,
finally learned what it means to be hard, or not.
 
The triumphant baklava, however,
wondered if age on a lonely shelf
hardens even the sweetest of the sweet.
 
I wonder:
Whether she also wondered, what it means to be tough
on this warming taxing day,
on this dying blue goblet: my Mother Earth?

Is my mother's sweet heavily taxed heart finally hardening?
 
Has she taken the fork in the road
that ends in hard, rather than sweet?
 
Or alas, was it that the soft-hearted fork
had no choice but to cry bent tears
mourning the death of softness
of sweet hearts?
 
I hear the wind of "what is" cry:
 
For whose out-of-balance baklavas and forks do the bells toll, especially today?

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Poet Destroyer A October 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM Very good, Moji...pd

Ovidiu Bocsa October 21, 2016 at 2:37 PM The baklavas are a little too sweet But your verses will quickly meet The forks of critics enjoying a bit Of serenity at each tender heart bit. Moji Agha October 21, 2016 at 3:54 PM Thank you much! I loved your "verses will quickly meet the forks of critics enjoying...serenity." I welcome such critics. As for serenity, this is what I do: http://www.charterforcompassion.org/index.php/circles-of-nonviolence-community And related to it, please see section c (for the rural areas) here: http://mossadeghlegacyinstitute.blogspot.com/p/america-for-nonviolence-anv.html