The Pain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The pain

The pain comes on and off
When marching in my mind
The daughter, and the sons
Talking of their parents.

In this time want a gun,
Poison, or some knife
To end such dirty life.

Have listened carefully
To others' who mainly
Speak, not lovingly!

Accept them when angered
With hardship and expense,
Which is hard to end, earn.

But cannot agree then
When ignore love and care
That gave them their parents.

Love starts when in womb,
And grows with laughter
With the change of pampers,
And swing of small cradle
Till the kids are at age
To be called men, women.

Children are in hearts
With every beat and pump
That rotates the blood.

So, judgement is not fair
When looking with anger.

No, am not religious
But listen very well
And respect great men
Advising followers:
"Move, let thoughts travel
Before your decision…"