Sand Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sand

Mountains' child I am so
-know the rocks and stones
-gravel, and the chips and marble
-I hardly made friends with the sand…

Visited the deserts and beaches
-saw ruling dune and sands
-and they are soft, massive
-calm unless
-arrive wind, tornado
-they become the victims…

Lovely and golden with soft appeal
-filled my palm making hills
-we had chat
-for long time
-spoke long and of facts…

I asked them of their past
-they knew who I am
-then replied
-child of rocks and mountains
-grown in farms, plains
-then they sighed
-…
-and stopped…

Eagerly I waited
-and waited and waited
-till I heard them murmur
-we too are…
-once again the same sigh
-and stop…

The same old voice whispered:
-we too came of mountains
-forcefully displaced
-twisted and were rolled
-turned and turned
-lost and lost past, culture
-became dunes with tortures…