Sparrows Too Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sparrows too

Look around you notice
Among us speaking of colours
Of skin, of the hair, facial shapes
Simply I take it as being a big shame.

Must learn life from pigeons
Had many in childhood
When was young
They never talked of such.

But being spring
Sparrows everywhere, devilish
I think of the colours
And see them have races.

Saw simplest in Iran,
And the lands where is hot.

Here though
Some of them wear scarves
On their heads; small, red
Can they be their mullahs with turban?