Of The Dots Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of The Dots

Of the "Dot" lot is said:
"In the map I am dot."
"All start with a dot."
"History is of dots."

And their likes:
"Connect dots."
"Right on dot."
"Collect dots."
"Filling dots."

Now, listen to my side:
"Many are hidden dots,
Mystery, untold dots! '

In my time by Oxus
Saw many particles
In the sky and dust.

They trained horse, mule,
To follow a fix route
And carry needed goods.

Men crossed the river,
With the bags of drugs
And hid them near the
Agreed dot of the rock.

Next came the partner
Dug, removed article
And loaded on a beast
Addressed it to points
That arrived on the dot!

Was smart,
Too smart!

In Andes, El Choro,
I encountered a man
With blood of Japan
From the Second War.

Signed my name,
Birthplace…

Saw he had many names,
Through time, collected…

Who was he but a dot?
At Oxus, Panj is dot!

To many, the dots are,
Nothing but simple dots!

But to me the dots are
The base of history
Rich with the stories…

Panj Village is claimed
By the two governments
Of the sides of River
River is, now, border…

From when?

That is long history!

How were they divided?

That is long history!

And the man of Japan
Why did he end up there?

Was he a criminal and escaped?
Was he against the war, deserted?
Or was he in love with freedom?

Signed my name over there
When he dies, what happens?

Will someone keep those names
How many registered?
These are dots and questions!