Footprint In The Dust Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Footprints in the Dust

Met a girl, half and half
Of China and Thailand…

Came to mind Charlie and
My trips to Bangkok…

Memories go and come
Like a walk in the mud,
Footprints in the dust…
Or the childhood game of
Seeking for those who hide!

Remember older son
Suggesting to young one:
"I rather read to watch."

I, myself, make movies
So, see them from deep.

They are like pigeon's food
Picked, eaten, digested
Then mouth-fed to chicken.

The movies kill brain
Unless for film research;
Camera to stage or the light
Or checking Mise-en-scène
As well as the acting,
Director's directing.

But in books every word
Itself is an actor, plays role
Of thinking, scene making.

Am reading the "Red House, "
(Indigenous, Peace and War
Of the White, fictionalised,)
Can dress and give shape
To every, each motion
In tepees, prairies, or jungles
Near roads or across the rivers.