Zarathustra Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Zarathushtra

I met him on the plane,
We chatted as neighbors,
His name and religion,
Were very clear:
"You two are brothers."

But are we?

He follows Zarathushtra,
By force, I converted.

He was raised in Mumbai,
Speaks in the tongues of,
Indians, India, but not I…

He is too close to,
The London's politics,
But not I, not at all…

Then,
Are we brothers?

He came to my place,
I met him as his guest.

Going deep into time,
We share the same blood,
We are one, heart-to-heart.

The rulers of shrines,
Politicians, political,
Used their tongues,
Swords and guns,
And cut us into parts.

He and I smoked, dined,
We brought past to now,
So, listen to me shout:
"Let's break all the walls,
Let's shatter every bar,
Once again let's unite."