Vaisakhi, Khalsa Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Vaisakhi, Khalsa

Yesterday, Saturday,
The Apr twentieth,
I worked long,
For two-thirds of the day,
Drove for two hours.

Bear in mind my life, age,
Close to four decades,
Among the seniors,
Many say: 'Retire, '
My answer is simple:
'Retarded retires! '

I believe a person,
Has body and brain,
As one and separate,
Both must work,
Should be fed,
The result is simple,
Live healthy forever.

Yesterday was a sample.

The soles of my feet hurt,
Are burning with the pain,
Thanks to those long hours.

And I talk with my feet:
'Better to be in pain,
Than lying sick in bed,
Or being in the hands of,
Some sort of caretaker,
Who wishes that you die,
And gets his, or her hand,
On what is left for heirs.

Anyway…

I was told the job is:
'Khalsa, ' but were wrong,
Sikhs called it ‘Vaisakhi.'

I, as a graduate in cultures,
Had arrived with questions,
Asked many in their tongue,
(Even if not perfect.)

Most of Sikhs shied away,
Were aloof, unaware,
Some gave me more details.

Had a camera, its lens long,
When I could, went around,
Joked with them and nicely,
Constantly asked questions.

Saw their eyes, their faces,
Talk of me, my accent,
As if they admired:
'Who are you?
You speak in our language? '

Of course, I do confess,
Yes, I have selfishness,
Enjoyed the compliments.

Learned little about both,
The Vaisakhi, and Khalsa,
But neither was enough…

I was born near them,
Therefore, see the cultures,
Of Iran, India,
To Turkey and Iraq,
Central Asia…

I enjoy all of them,
Easily can feel them,
Same parents' children,
Look-alikes, different!

Parents died and faded,
Their heirs or children,
Pruned the old cultures.

Had gone with my lights on,
And returned with lights on.

On my way listened to,
Billions of Dollars,
For Taiwan, Israel,
And Ukraine!

Who can be the payers?
Whose money?
And what is the purpose?

Kept thinking about it:
'I work hard, pay taxes,
Some people, or devils,
Some dirty politicians
Holding chairs, positions,
Are the vultures, leeches,
In castles, palaces,
On islands far away,
They use my foolishness,
Behave as if generous,
Not for a good purpose,
Not to help an injured,
Not to for un-prosperous,
Not to add to comfort,
Of women, children,
Not roof for displaced,
Eradicating disasters,
But total, in reverse,
They invest in murder,
Genocide, bloodshed,
Expand the armaments,
Support the arms makers,
Cause the wars to access,
Always, in most chances,
To support each other,
Think about the UN,
Without and with Pekin,
Who brought the changes?
Think of Paks, the Afghans,
Then the war in Ukraine! ! ! '