Igloo And Tipi Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Igloo and tipi

Want to be Indian
(As you, called! ! !
You know who!)

Want to live in Igloo
It will melt, and if not
Remains part of the life
As it must…

Want to live in Tipi
It will fade, and if not
Remains part of the life
As it must…

Hate cities
High-Rises, Streets
Chemicals and metals, concrete
They never melt or fade
They remain parts of pain
Bruises on mother…
Mother Earth…

Please help find my way
Will make it soon or late
Will end and will die there
No matter how and when.

And when dead
Want to be a Muslim
They reject the shrines
Lasting things as graves…