To Erin
Well Erin, thank you
Am writing thanks to you,
As well as the Virus…
We live in curfew,
Some act like the Mew,
I flirt with the books.
You speak of gender
And the local people
Of western prairies…
I skimmed, went through
Now, must read once again.
Have spent lot of time
And deeply am involved
With you, revere siblings…
Indigenous I am but
With my roots in Iran
Therefore, when study
Look at you in mirror
Of my own country.
Before reading essay
That you have on gender
And the local people
Of Eighteen-Eighty-Five,
Was reading the Dinkerd.
It is a thick fat book
In many of volumes
Resembles what you do
Devotion to revive history
(Yours is of Parries'!)
Their effort as is yours,
Was to rise after death
Thanks to the invaders,
So, my take does vary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem