Sepanloo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sepanloo

I am ant, a prey
Lost in mass of the sands
Of deserts; heat and Sun
Now here thanks to wind.

No trace of the past
See no edge at cloud
No tunnel to be light

He has died, who am I?
Unaware of his death
And his life in his past.

Now hands up, a Muslim
Christian, crossed chest
A Jewish, nod my head.

An unknown is now known, my neighbour
He is bank to my thoughts and childhood
When teacher, my mentor, came and read:

Of Eagle
Of crow