Am Jealous Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Am Jealous

Funny?
It may be!

Crazy?
Can call it!

Factual?
Sure, it is!

My regret,
Jealousy!
To myself,
Yes, to me.

Wish could be "Nasoori"
-as was called in that age!

Then I was
-a devil with bare feet
-climbing walls, trees
-with a horse of stick
-and in times, dreaming
-standing, observing
-questioning:
- "Why so and what is this? "

Then, I guess, was free
-from pains of the world
-that I saw, travelled…
-in young age and later.

How I wish I could be
-the ball-like small boy
-whom boys called:
-Nasoori, Nasoori
-Nasoori, Nasoori!