The Roads Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The roads

On the roads each brick and block
Of clay, and cement, and asphalt
Has words and memories
With me talks.

Of the youths on the bikes earning life
Of singles and addicts, and drunks
Of the men or women, same genders
Holding hands with pride
Of the care and conscious that shrunk
Of the one in wheelchair, total loss
Of the girl playing or dancing, out of mind.

To them all I am an audience
Listening and watching like a rock.

I like them regardless of the shape or skin, Black-White
I see them ignoring position and stat, visiting or reside.

Admire the boy who wears helmet
Bikes, pedals, carries food.

Sympathize with others
Even dog, defecates and uses its hind legs
To shovel.