Coronation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Coronation

Feel tipsy like oceans.

You and I are two sides,
Exactly like a mirror.

Apt,
Front?
Or,
Rear?

You spend time, observe,
Shows on the monitor.

I relax, entertain,
And chat with the items.

Kooh-I- Noor
In crown
And scone
To sit on
And spoon
Which remained,
From goods,
Of Charles One!

What was used?
Where? How? Why?

Things have changed,
And will change,
Coronating is a game!

My ancient history
With many mysteries
Forms chasms, very deep,
Quite old and mundane.

I hear when whispers,
Many words in Cipher,
It cracks the secret:
"Coronation is a game! "