Natural Colours Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Natural colours

It is day
-I am child
-five to six
-displaced by flood
-moved to town
-no trace of big house
-no tree, animal
-we live in single room
-all of us
-and we work
-everyone
-yes, I too
-in city…Esfahan!

Streets and alleys
-are very different
-we didn't have asphalt
-here roads are cobbled and or paved
-and there are many shops
-shoppers sell; we must buy
-no tree of fruit to climb
-miss goats, sheep, animals!

The walls are of bricks
-the mud ones very rare
-unlike our own village
-hung on ropes and on roofs
-are threads in colours
-so varied, dark and light, different
-some shops are for carpets
-sell designs to scissors
-some boil pots with wool in
-our decors were natural
-but not theirs; are carpets
-I do feel excited, not at home!

Many years are gone by
-I have lived in cities…
-village is memory
-and it is nostalgic…
-I miss it…