Backbiting Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Backbiting



Backbiting

I dance, sing
I'm proud as dervish
I carry a kashkool; Tabarzin
No money or backbite; no scream
"He was bad, a bastard, he stole or is cheat"

All alone
My hands down
I pray while dancing:
"Thank you I'm happy as clown."

I hated what I heard
The words used; bad breath

Monday, December 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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