Mikhak Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mikhak

The People of Afghan
Bring rose to Mazar
The grave of Ali
As dreamed by Jami
The poet.

Man, today
Kneeled and kissed
Church's wall
And threw lots of seeds
To pigeons, other birds
Like Mazar…

In his hand also held
Flowers, red roses
But unlike
The Mazar.

There people come plant…
He did not.

What is then difference?
Just the names
"Muslim" and "Christian"
Exactly like the Jews
And peace wall
Or the Sikhs
In temple.

And…and…and…
Arises difference…
Only if name has come.