Instead Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Instead

Felt tickle in throat
Knew was sign of cold.

I worked in pharmacy
Have witnessed many things
Therefore I with doctors
Medicines, injections
Feel very estranged
Deep dislike…

My joy is
In fruits, vegetables and the herbs.

On way home had stop in a shop
Spherical filled some bag
White skin it was and
Purple lines on each two
With long tail.

At home I took the pot
Filled water and
Dropped
Four turnips for boiling
Then inhaled the steam
Drank part of the juice
Steal hot
Cut each one in pieces and ate them
Kept in jar the remain of water
And drank lukewarm and
Later on as got cold!

Sure it was excellent
Since no cold is remained.