🌾 Another Crazy Kurd 🌾
Another crazy Kurd,
dreaming by the fire,
who claims the sands of Gedrosia
whisper in his blood.
They laugh —
but he knows.
He knows of rivers that dried before their cities rose,
of mountains that called to men before their gods had names.
He carries a fragment —
tiny, shining, stubborn —
of the noble blood from the Gedrosian horizon,
where the desert meets the stars.
Not a king, not a conqueror —
but a survivor.
Another crazy Kurd,
planting his soul where winds still speak
of empires older than memory.