Three Poems by Nilofar Shidmehr
My Snowwoman-Snow falls all day,ceaselessly. I stay inside,scrolling the news, fearcoiling through me.Out there, my snowwomanmelts with each moment.-A chill grips me as I readof unrest—not here,in this quiet whiteness,but far away, where womenfill streets, shed veils,ignite fires of defiance.-Does my snowwoman sense it?Feel the tremor of storiesflashing on my screen?Does she know the unrestbeyond her stillness,the weight that wraps…