Borderless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Borderless



Borderless

Lucky am I
On the heroes’ horses
Rakhsh, Shabdiz, Koroghli and Doldol
I travel, and fly on the flying throne of Keykavoos
on Soloman’s carpet, and Scheherazade’s thousand and one.

I am from a dot
The point that is the center
of the existence, of being of the world
I listen to the news, and pray with Zoroaster:
“For being old in history, for children being grown, Thanks.”

I have no worries of curriculum
“Teaching of the sexual terminologies.”
I am free from discussions of such, in schools.
I am free of the borders and flags because my cells are
from Assyrian, Median, Iranian, Kurd and Baluch to Indian.

I am Arab, Turk, Armenian, Caucasian
I am African to South American
From Atlantic to pacific to
Both of the Poles
South, North

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: universe
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