Degree Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Degree
In this world there are paths like rail tracks
They don’t cross
Like Beijing’s and Montreal’s
Like learning and living as Royals
Like kindness and being brutal
They don’t cross

In school there are roads
They zigzag, hardly cross
Learning others, diploma

Let’s rewrite
Restart

Think of this

Sewage canal
Tube and round
Inside and walking tall
Crazy; one slips, later falls

To be proud sewage is too small

Flashback

For learning you need time
For degree, said courses
First is loose, second boxed

These two roads
Never cross

And school is payment
Credits have high price
A learner heads for end
Cutting off the surprise

Bravo
Blindfold