My History Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My History



My history

How I wish I lived in Oshkandeh
Or Qaleh, amongst those tough mountains
Or fell in Tanooreh,
The source of Asia’sb energy
Far away, in old days
The roads were Boz-rah and gravel
For the goats and the sheep and shepherds
Occasion and in times some donkeys
With Khorjin and Javal or Galeh
I miss that barefoot-ness
Tonboon as pantaloons
Not knowing; un-knowing
Salmooni and Hammam and Dallak
Khazineh
Tasht, kiseh, Doolicheh
The Qorab and Qopi, Chowali
Sok and Sarkh, Malmali
And Rooneh and Vareh
Bill Talash, Sooroveh
Mozhmozheh, Doogh, Kachi
Boochoori, Tokholi
How I miss the old men
Next to wall in Kolah Namadi with Pili
I’m tired Dashteboon,
I see the Choob-choli in Afsha
Tavileh, Tortori
Mezhoo, Margh, Laseili
Let me find Godali, eat Qelyeh
Choori koo? In Giveh or Lateh
Matbakh o Komazhdoon
Seh-payeh with Manqal and Korsi
On its top Majmaeh
A Mejri in Taqcheh
Pooleki, and Sohoon, with Qeisi, Toot-khoshkeh
How I wish, had remained in our Deh.
I could live healthy with Noon-too and Glazneh, Torshaleh.

Sunday, March 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The words used here are, mainly, Fesharaki dialect, sometimes also used in Esfahan and all of Iran. These are parts of what I was born into.
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