Burned City Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burned city

I was born in Iran
As have been many more
Both recent and in times for long time.

On shoulders I feel load
Load of time
Load of much
Stories, history
Soft, sweet, romantic
And fear, brutal, bloodshed
Genocide, horrific…

Who lived there?
Who burned them?
Who am I?
What is my relations?

Am I an Aryan?
Were parents murderers?
Was mother in the line raped, slaved?
Am I mix, or slave brought in?

This grave…graveyard
Takes me to Balkh and La Paz
There I have done research
Seen same hells

Who am I?
Please help take the load
Let me to grasp air
It’s choking
Who am I?

Let us walk in that town
Burned city of Sistan
In Iran