Brush Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Brush

With head up was giraffe
Like a cock with crown was proud
Spoke as a parrot:
“Mohammad had no brush”

Insisted “A Muslim only lies, ”

In my heart I smiled:
“Be careful. Your word is your friend/enemy”
“Tell me of your friends I tell you who you are.”

Was it word of Rumi that I learned in Iran?

I meant to say a word; kept mouth shut.

But in heart:
“You’re blind. They used roots of trees not like ours, ”

Poor being has heard of vitamins; unaware of fruits and greens.

I’d agree with many if such blinds didn’t talk.
It is sad that they do. They do so much too much.