Birth Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Birth

Maybe there,
Far, near,
In the light,
Or darkness,
I was born,
A slave!

Parents too,
Were slaves!

They were,
Forced,
Converted,
By axes,
To the faith,
Of masters!

They lived in,
Stables as cages,
Called it "Home, "
Made borders,
And nations!

Maybe I,
Was bundled,
And then sent,
On the beak,
Of a bird!

Was I born,
In a nest,
On the land,
In the water,
In a curvy river,
On a branch,
By mountains?

Opened eyes,
In the cave?
In the light?
In darkness?

Was I born?
Like a bat?
Dragon?
Vampire?
A condor?
A vulture?

Who am I?
Who was then?
Who made me?
What purpose?

Can we find,
An answer,
A reason?

Am I not,
A particle,
In the dust,
In the clouds,
Less than fog,
Feel worthless!

Will ever,
I learn what,
I learn why,
I learn how,
And for what?

On the wing,
Of the wind,
Go around,
One circle!

Nihilism?
Nothingness?

The questions,
Add darkness,
Have always,
They torture,
Consciousness!