Finger Print Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Finger Print

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Finger print

It is old
It is cheap
Second hand, has been used
It's in hands
Hands of men who are poor
Empty are pockets; yet they care

This brush dusts the dust
What was then; ‘way of life'.
Paternal, maternal or was it world of child?
What was there mind or word with claims?

This brush reveals talks.
It tells us of science; not-written.
It was act and was done.
This brush reveals why we are bad.
This brush has brought finger prints into light.
It reveals why we kill and murder.
Then we mourn and cry.

This brush re-gives life to burned town in Iran.

Sunday, January 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There is a town in Iran, called burned town. recent discoveries found finger print which is a great discovery to reveal the past.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 04 January 2015

Finger prints are crucial evidence ever. Nice poem.

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