No Borders Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

No borders

She
Pashto girl, an Afghan
Named Zohreh
Is Venus; satellite, a star.

Loves Iran, and to me a daughter, is sister, friend’s wife.

She is right, fully right, exact right.

“No borders; do not leave and depart.”
She comments: “if gold leaves, shit remains, the place will stink…”

She wants the brains back:
“Either talk of your home with full love and serve her
Or forget; and do not complain: ‘shit is there.’”

Immigrants
Immigrants
Immigrants

Regardless of where, when…

Shut your mouths
Good or bad
Of back home
Or act and dedicate.

“Cannot just complain, ”
Wisely says.

I love her.

“Migration is a game; has wild names:
‘The experts’, ‘Investors’ and ‘Labours’”.

She sees it clear!

“Why the doors are closed on war-torn? ”
“The war that is imposed…”

This girl is a smart observer, and honest.