Gohar Shad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gohar Shad

Every name sabers hard
-from heart to skull,
-skin, nerves and blood
-every part deep inside.

Just think of
-Taj Mahal, Gohar Shad…
-and read names
- (Those ordered, the builders,
-the reasons behind them,
-and add the question "Why? ")

See culture, relations
-and damn the dividers…
- (The Rus-o-Britain!)

Take me there…
Kill me there…

Love to be laid like lamb
-tied my legs and my hands
-beaten and on my side
-cruelly entangled
-and choked in my blood;
-laid on side, enabled to see both
- "Sky" as Dad and Mother "Earth."

Then sharpen the dagger,
-stone-rub the blade,
-severe my neck and
-cut deeply, to the end,
-splash the blood
-till nothing is in veins.

Allow me to be part
-of the old Khorasan
-which itself is part of
-extended land of love
-with heroes, heroines
-who made the culture rich
-with many devotions; as Iran…