Education Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Education

I’m tired of my tongue
It deserves to be cut
Talks and talks
Again talks

“Did you talk of reading being hard? ”
Tongue questioned. Rejected.
I was left with burden.
I received an order:
“Prove ‘not’.”

Time was short.
Selecting the donkey and the book was my choice.
I shivered with each sight
Nightmare came days and nights.
Wise neighbor
The noiseless and ignored:

“Can I help? ”

He questioned with comment:
“Don’t know but something…”
He stopped.
“Go to hell” was on tongue.
Powerless, I went halt.
Deep in shame and fire I was red in sweat,
The beetroot in a pot, I confessed.

“You have book? Where’s donkey? ”
“We are team…job easy.”
He whispered, I flapped as does moth
Powerless!
“Crazy, go get lost”
Was on way, but got lost in frost.

Right on time I showed up with donkey and bucket
Large-page-book with words on.
Hungry, the donkey turned pages for barley.
(As was taught)
Beast brayed; did not find.
“Your highness, even ass can be taught.”