Poolkeh Toolmakh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Poolkeh Toolamakh

Jews to me are known well-
Have conversed and had talks
Travels, time spent
My eyes kissed many ‘writes’
In research, in visits; and by luck.

And somehow I found out
Though many converted
Willingly, or by force
Even part went faithless
Deep inside kept cues and clues
Of their past, blood, faith
Unaware and against being Jew.

The same is in Iran, which I love
Converted willingly and by force
Have kept touch with the past,
Aware or unaware.

Among them a village called:
Shishvan, Ajab Shir.

They make a fire ball
Of cloth, kerosene, strike
And use it for Hussein,
The Shiite’s third Imam
But in fact it is for Siavash
Can be called 'old St. John'
The Baptist.