Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 71,193 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Faithful - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Faithful

I was in Fresh-Co
Felt buying a melon
Cashier line attractive
Customers romantic…

One of them a Muslim
Indian
Wore Dishdash, Arabic.

Before him Blond Man
Looked at him as someone
Stupid; a corrupt; all as wrong.

No word but his gaze talked:
“You dirty go back home! ”

If peace was law enforced.

His face I, realized, not Arab
Indian…
In Urdu I spoke.

Then helped in water
A large jar, too heavy.

Outside shop came greet
Somali said: “Salam”.

Inside me question boiled:
“Why is so? Faithful are poor-
Backward…”

Topic(s) of this poem: religion, religions


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2015



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