Burning Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burning Eyes

Hope someone comes along,
Fight with me as with God
Fought in "Lost Paradise, "
John Milton who lost eyes.

Why is life so cruel?

Why thinkers and caring
Are, always suffering?

Fingertips dig into history,
Keep reading, researching,
I carve while am walking…

I am told: "Aryan, "
Are body and blood.

Raise my head to sky
Am taught to: "Be proud."

Feel the ugly stench
And stink and smell
Promptly lower head
"Brutal ancestors! "

Therefore, take the arrows
With the best of the bows,
Step out and go walk
In deserts and mountains,
To seashore and beaches…

Encounter footsteps
Of many ancestors…

See paintings in the caves
Most of them yellow, red,
Thanks to tortures, blood…

Wish father was Nader
To order: "Heat a rod of iron, "
To blind me, my sight!