Sides Of A Mirror Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sides of a mirror

Though we talk of Kazakh
The mirror between us,
Has a soft, and rough side.

Each of us sees oneself
Therefore, too different.

You see them and today,
I see them old, ancient.

In my eyes live Aral,
And Oxus, and Tooran.

Then Europe, and Russia,
Did not worth talking of.

Then, Kazakh was Tooran,
They lived north of Iran.

We had peace, also war,
Intermarried, also, fought.

To me they are cousins,
To you, they are oil rich.

You fear that China,
May unite, join Russia…

I do not want blood,
Of Kazakh, on the ground.

Easily can care-less
Seeing mean empires
Of war and armaments
Lose, even disintegrate!

My side of mirror sees people,
Shows them under, and pressed
Just for seeking justice...

Our mirror is great…