I Am An Arian Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I am an Arian

For long I
Asked and heard
All about my blood…

Our books say:
"Iran is driven
From the Aria…"

And I ask
And I search
And at end
Though love them
Am proud and ashamed…

No, no, no
Not because of Hitler…

Went further in the depths,
Into core and centre,
Encountered Assyrians,
"Burned City" and remains
In the south and South East.

Yes, we are Arians!
Want to know where from!

The replies are like rocks
In the caves, all are dark!

Throw out the Adam
And a fool as his wife
That book is as is ours
Rooted in soil of lies.

Rather be another
Insect, bird, or mammal
Or tree, bush, water,
Or maybe small shark
Or something in space,
Be question, forever,
As was vase of Khayyam.