Ainsley Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ainsley

This poem is a gift to two girls
-One by name, other one is addressed!

You don't know of my thoughts
-you see me in cloak of clown
-and I see the wrinkles of your eyes
-with that act you mean much
-segregate you and me…
-you sitting at desk with laptop
-I hold rag and clean the window
-doors closed and outside; balcony…

"Who is he…? "
"My class…? "

Deep inside I have fun and smiles
-you think that is for you to respect
-no lady…I laugh at your inside
-your mind, thoughts
-and am not angry and won't be…
-no never…since this is our raw world…
-to show you, get on board…for some ride…

"Once there was a wise man who acted as clown
-Nassreddin he was called; or, Mullah …"

He knew he could teach, also learn
-by acting stupid
-which saw him his neighbours, observers!
-you too are one of them…
-speedy, rush-judgement…
-you do not even want
-to hear word of mine

I love him…
-I feel him
-so act as stupid
-to find the stupid
-and it is most of us
-some acting as clown
-most remain true jerks!