Complain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Complain

Parents taught:
“Earth is ball; seas are cups and mountains are nipples on the chest of a child.”

I smile
I smiles at complaints:
“They stole. I have lost. I need this; or need that.”
I smile when I hear:
“He is bad. She did wrong. It hurts me in my heart.”

I wonder why they see smalls large!
What is earth? What is sea? What’s mountain?
I am sure they are with microscopes, magnify.

That is why they complaint.