P. O. W. Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

P. O. W.

Was reading of Dezful
-her rivers, dams and routes;
-came to me the news:
- "Grand Mosque was built on
-Fire Temples, Zoroastrians'."

Having been world around
-in love with peoples' talks
-in the books and their chests
-I have seen same happen
-to many old nations.

In Iran and around
-to Afghans, India
-Samarqand, Bokhara
-Paraguay, Bolivia
-to Egypt and Iraq…

Most recent have been the
-ISIS and Taliban…

Guess life is full of shame
-for the ones with knowledge;
-unaware is blissed!

When read of the customs
-and whining for Hussein
-learned about what they say
-of the sister's efforts
-for the killed, left naked
- (brother in desert.)

Came to mind the Greek
-Sophocles, Antigone
-and shame of leaving dead
-on the roads, unburied.

Possibly was the same
-with Iran in those days.

Did Dezful follow them?

I read on and read on
-parts of town was built by
-the Romans arrested in the war.

This took me to Andes
-to the Yungas-Death-Road,
-which was built by the men
-arrested in the war
-of Chaco; Paraguayans…

History is nothing
-but one more rosary
-while used for praying;
-time comes for every bead
-to be top or beneath, rotating.

Felt seeing oil poured on
-the current of water
-making shades of colours;
-together, yet neighbours.

Oh, Dezful…
Oh, Dezful…

You are one more star
-in the learning sky.

I love you not only
-because of reading you
-or coming, to see you
-or eating produce,
-grown on your good land
-or having fine dreams
-when slept in your arms
-but because you are rich
-with many, many things
-most of all, history.

You are sun and can shine
-the bright light of life
-on person with a mind
-to see deep and act wise.