She And My Cellphone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She and my cellphone

Kindness can, mostly is
-sort of pain in
-somewhere
-in the neck or lower…
-if giver ignores the receiver
-treats him as victim, unconscious…
-by the love devoted…

Working on the ladder
-came coming many texts
-they banged me in the head…
-finally I went for cell to kill the devil!

Too anxious, and abrupt
-turned too fast and fell down
-off ladder on the reel
-in height of balcony
-of floors high above
-which could end
-in my death
-facing me with my end…

Injured arm in blood
-broke phone
-contacts died

Once again I lost all
-my power, memories
-as is now when one goes go the rest

Thank you Steve Job!

I became a needy
-unable, bleeding
-wanted help; could not seek
-so tears kept coming…
-which for man
-is the worst misery….

All because of her love
-kind, caring but imposed…