Media Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Media

Daily, it has been my routine, and my way
To receive, read one or more poems
Surely mostly; not always,
I travel on the wings of the words
To depth, of time, and memories, and space
And the life’s offerings; to me.

Today’s is Jay Deshpande’s
Speaking Quietly with Her Brother
And how he threw a rock at her.

I am small, ten is max, maybe eight
And with Yahya, we fight
A bully, I am made, by Mahmood
To run our, grocery shop
Throw a weight I, similar…

Always ashamed, was
In my life, till he died
When I saw the spot
He did not tell anyone.

And my time
With him…lots of fun
Because, we found out
For anger, world is small.

Oh poetry; and poets
Oh my brother