Samosa Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Samosa

To see the same item
There can be many ways,
I look at samosa,
To remember Bushehr!

In the south of Iran
People eat samosa,
This food of Indians!

It can be spicy,
Indians say: "Merchi! "

I frown, shed tears,
For the corpses left there!

Indians were soldiers,
They fought for Britain!

Doubt that was optional,
They had been occupied,
Enslaved in a way,
Like Blacks, Africans,
Gladiators for Romans!

Britain came and lost,
Many died in the war!

British demanded:
"Raise the guns and murder,
Men, women, if kid, child! "

Indians killed, were killed,
Abandoned, went Brits,
Escaped to board the ships!

Though they won the second,
Deep in shame, lost the third!

Locals moved the wounded,
And buried all the dead,
Learned to make samosas!