The Grass Next Door Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The grass next door

Parents of my parents
-long before
-ancestors
Left their homes
-saved their lives
-breathing
Massacred were the rest
-livelihood,
By Arabs
-and then on!


I
Therefore
Feel the pain
Of them all
-displaced, refugees
-any kind
-anywhere
-everywhere
-all over
And in fact I am one
-I too, boil in same pot!

Some wonder
-"Are you a First Nation? "
-"Are you a Coptic, or…? "
My reply is simple
: "I am Jew and faithless,
Agnostic and…name it
I am none and am all…
I am a human…"
Yes I know
Melancholy
Homesickness
Nostalgia
And lost love…
I can't see attractions of Iran
That land is my mother
I saw her and had her in my arms
But now is…