Thankful Greed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Thankful greed

I went and bought tablets
-after came her father aiming gun
- "Go away, leave our house! "
- (With dirty cowboy words!)
-intending to be another Romeo…

They found me absent in the class
-broke door of my room a friend
-dragged me out to the hospital…

They washed my stomach
-as well as intestines,
-I became hospitalised…

"You must rest, can't fly! "
-I was told, kept in bed
-remained there for some days.

Ended in Squadron; ‘Grounded! '

Jealous were classmates
- "Why should he be free,
-walk around, do nothing? "

Their greed got me work
-to answer telephones
-which then were different
-with pushing the numbers.

"Thank You" goes to them
-for helping me to learn
-what in me has remained.

Some people's grudge and
-narcissist ideas,
-are great; must be thanked.

Though sad am for losing
-pure love of "Judy"
-am thankful to her dad
-and those in my class.