Living In Blizzard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Living in blizzard

The inside of the eyes are caves and
Stalactites, stalagmites, the eyelids.

My moustache, factory
To convert icicles to drops and steam.

With vision fights the fog I exhale.

Freeze joints
Turn to rods, toes, fingers
As if are concrete or steel,
Straight, motionless
Cannot bend!

And we worked in open
The gust came as killer,
Blizzards!

Being there took me round,
Travelled into "South",
With book of Shackleton.

Theirs was of Endurance
For sake of "Expedite",
"Discover".

While the nose shines, glows
Making us Reindeers for Claus
Our ears are beetroots,
Blood-Red, think of "Borsh".

We do so to live life
Since we are simple ones
To earn life, honest ones,
Truly the fair ones.

This is life of the poor
In cold of the North Pole!

For Kurdish immigrants
Who has left his pride to be this…