East India Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

East India



East India

Love my horse, though too young
-is wild and is able, a Mustang
-can't leash it, no muzzle.

Stallion is wild and does what wants!

Oh, my pen!
Oh, my pen!
Oh, my pen!

Do I ride?
-or you ride?

Do I say, and you write?
-or you write what you want?
-or we are fort, castle and palace
-sitting on the new and ancient?

Be aware, I beg you
-what you do is danger
-to my past, present, future.

But Mustang
My Mustang
Remain Wild.

Be brave and gallop…
-the path is tough and rough
-keep going, keep going, yes, go on…

My Mustang
Wild Mustang

Reject rein
Reject chain

Be free…
Live free…

My Mustang
Wild Mustang

Be puzzle
-as has been history
-as have been our parents
-ancestors
-to then, when
-were born, came
-Father-Sun
-Mother-Land…

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!

What is heard are guesses
-is manmade, if sounds kind
-true side is deeply brutal
-you and I inherit others' cells
-each living is alive just because
-another faced death or was murdered.

Read "Vedas" and "Gat-has"
-and ancient Babylon
-to Egypt and China, Greek and Persia.
-Pay visits to stones, Badakhshan's
- (made by man and nature…)
-then you can discover…

Life is formed on the death.
Life is formed on the death.
Life is formed on the death.

Revolve and rotation.
Revolve and rotation.
Revolve and rotation.

Open hearts of Shrines
-no matter where they are
-regardless of whose, what
-wherever blood is sacrificed
-or paying wealth or time is advised
-to become follower of divine
-leaving Hell for Heaven…all the same.

My Mustang
Wild Mustang

Recall Shush or Sosa?
-Grave of Daniel?
-Purim, old Testament?
-what about Balkh and Sheath?
-No trace of Rumi… Rabeeh, Ansari…
-And of the lootings and carvings in
-Moorcheh-Khort, Chel-Sotoon
-Bistoon?

You recall Louvre, France?
-and paintings, stone-carves?
-stolen, smuggled and gathered
-to rewrite, to deprive the owners
-what about Hermitage?

My Mustang
Wild Mustang

Break loose and fly
-become false story
-reindeer for Claus
-be dream, fantasy
-unicorn, Wonderland.

But please,
-please, please
-be honest…
-remember the dusk-less
- (British Empire…)
-Hudson in America
-and the East India…

Don't they all break heart?
-Awareness is fire
-its flames raise higher
-as expands the knowledge.

Did you too read the Koran?
-Read Bible and Torah?
-Many good stories,
-good lessons, lies many …

Revolve and rotation.
Revolve and rotation.
Revolve and rotation.

Nader and Catherine were friends
-he sent her great gift, elephant
-beast's place is found in Petersburg.

He, Nader, like Peter was brute
-both rulers destroyed their own heirs
-as rough, tough, as could be possible!

Peter sent his son to huge jail
-and Nader ordered son blinded.

Let's reread Nader and reconcile;
-Was he a pedophile? Homosexual?
-Need of time? Sleeping with a boy?
- (or the boys…)
-Nader with later-shah?
-Dorrani; proven criminal,
-committed genocide.

Dad-Shah forced those people
-to accept and welcome Britain's
-tricks of the foxes and serpents;
- (who cheated, were liars…)

Long-lasting has been this:
- "Enemy of my foe is my friend."

It may be…not always.
It may be…not always.
It may be…not always.

Britain that is now well-shattered
-must be an example…
-Whose are East India and Hudson?
-The reason? On what base?
-As always, injustice, brutal behaviour! ! !

Monday, January 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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