Water Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Water

When done with door to door
-when I was on my way
-she called me…
-I wondered!

"Do you want some water? "

She, new immigrant
-comes from India.

She, mother, and small
-tiny, dark, with a child
-is still, in her thoughts
-somewhere in India.

She brought it along
-best ever…cultural…

She is not yet melted
-in Western meting pot,
-is not yet Mechanised.

Oh, please
Oh, please
Oh, please

Young lady, everyone
-let us learn, keep it up
-preserve and let us
-spread and expand
-what she imported.