Now I See Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Now I see

When was child,
Teacher was my mother,
The greatest, ever.

She trained, prescribed:
"My kids, have open mind."

Thought and thought in silence,
As do hearts of mountains.

She told us about us,
Opened past, described:
"If rude is enemy, brutal,
In tying your hands, mouths,
Shackle legs, seal nose, eyes,
Still are free, in mind, thoughts."

She was right.
She was right.
She was right.

As soon as found myself,
To be me, have always,
Felt me as one of the,
Scattered small cells,
In body, a man's shape.

We are leaves, branches,
In, north, south, east to west.

My body, on this earth
Means sharing forever,
Love and care of others.

We are one, together,
Regardless of color,
In free mindedness.

Siblings and friends,
Of this sky and earth,
We are, all, partners.

Me, me, me, has, can be,
A sword, knife, or dagger,
To cut and separate…

Online, read article,
About ancient culture:
"Buried was civilization,
After thousands of years
Now is, rediscovered! "

It took me to Guaman,
(His book is well designed,
To tell king, of justice,
And ruling, governance.)

Like many other things,
Poma's book had vanished.

In absence of that book,
Priests said and wrote monks,
Piggy bank filled with lies!

In its best, for justice:
"Lecturers were simple,
Their looks were one sided."

All did so, and remain,
The canons, most claims,
Academics, professors…

In a so-called desert,
Konar is discovered,
In Iran's south, near
The Pakistani border,
With Afghan brothers.

Enough to cover eyes,
Enough are the handcuffs.

Enough is listening,
To claims, dividing,
Let us care for loving.