Baloch Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Baloch

Read an old-time poem
About hair and its curl
As well as eyebrows,
Sending out messages.

Here, I, wear same boots
Keep in touch with news:
Of "Death of girl, Baloch."

To you, she, is a name
To me, she, is sister,
Was her guest for a year
In their house, and I learned.

We speak in same tongues
Share heroes, background,
Therefore, lost my sister.

The Baloch, for long time
Lived beaten and crushed.

Some escaped, went away
Some suffered but remained.

Their lands, mined are others'
Their basics, they purchase.

If we have heart and mind
Must feel shame, are blind
By being useless, rock.

My sisters, brothers
Baloches all over
Let us rise, we will fight
I join in, raise my fists,
Do not care if I die.

We, stars in sky
Are candles in the dark,
Are torches and shed light
Galaxies are born, die, proud.