Expert Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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In old days
Invaded the Arabs
Ancestors escaped the
Brutal loot, attacks
They crossed the rough height
Day and night with zigzags.

Landed there.

I recall part of the paradise,
God-given were trees and bushes
But hard-working, were people
Masters of Persian Gardens
Cut the sides of ravens
Made steps
Planted and sowed seeds
Then harvest.

Animals and insects
Too much of wilderness
Among them was the wasp
In yellow, stripes
Loved sweet, also meat
We knew the warning.

But that time, exception
I felt that my head burned
In summer, lands dry
Our donkey chained and tied
I cried and cried and cried.

My aunt was a widow
Perfect, brave; a man-like
She was but, soon faded
Later came and touched where
Was stung by the wasp.

I felt pain; the long gone
When I learned of urine
She had peed and had used,
To shrink sting’s pain.