Aborting Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aborting



Aborting

As drunk as a seed
When wetted, underneath
For water, food and reef…
Having roots; seeks beneath
I sway…

Men, machine and plans
Cut my veins and glands…
For asphalt, concrete…
I am veg and green…
Want to live and breathe.

I am cut with machine
A rope and string
On engine
And I die
Like foetus in eight months.

Sunday, August 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,fate
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